The Sunny South of Spain

Hello Earthlings,

I apologise for the lack of activity in the past week or so, I returned from my adventures last Friday night and was so tired and just wanted to chill so I didn’t really get around to writing my blog post so I thought that today I would write you all a lovely post about my recent holiday with Jack to the south of Spain. Before I properly get into that I just want to say thank you to everyone who has ever viewed my blog because as I logged on today I realised that I’d reached 6090 views which is kind of a big deal to me. I know I know it isn’t like a million or whatever but I’m rather proud of how far this little page has come especially considering half the time I probably make 0 sense and ramble on but hey ho, celebrate every tiny victory.

For two humans who get confused by day to day tasks it was safe to say that we were going to struggle in the airport. We arrive at around 4am about 2 hours before our flight just as the airports like you to be and I can’t bloody tell you how many times I got lost in between these hours. Then we waited…and waited…and waited. By the time this exciting endeavour was over I had already given myself the title of Airport Pro. Although I did not enjoy the queues on the way back, Brits are good at queuing I will give us that however it didn’t half take the mick.

Onwards and upwards… (Do you see what I did there? The plane goes up?)

We were staying with members of Jack’s family so I shall not give you an in depth description of the “hotel” as it was a beautiful house on a very friendly complex up in the hills. We ran a few errands in the village of La Cala de Mijas and I won the game of “I CAN SEE THE SEA!”. After lunch, we were much too tired to really do anything so we had a siesta – when in Spain and all that. We went down into the village and had a drink and Jack and I went for a paddle in the sea and it was so clear but some of the waves were very deceiving and me being me ended up with jeans sticking to me. Our plans for Tuesday were very much wandering around the village, looking in various shops, walking along the beach and then deciding to make the trek from the village back up to the hills, it is safe to say I was rather tired and my little legs were doing tiny cries every step I took.

On Wednesday we went up to a market town up on the mountain and the views from there were incredible but unfortunately my phone didn’t do it justice. The market town had a variety of stalls and shops and all the buildings were so white, I’m aware that sounds like a rather stupid comment, but it made me happy how pristine everything was. We also found the best donuts there so naturally Jack had one at every opportunity. At about 12 we went to watch some flamenco dancers in the middle of the square which was great and it really fascinated me how all of the dances mean something completely different. Post-Market we went down to Fuengirola and had some lunch, as it was really warm we decided to go paddling yet I went a little bit too far and the wave was a little bit too big and I got just a little bit soaked. On returning back to the complex we went for a swim in the pool and walked up the hills to see some incredible views.

Thursday was our last full day so we decided to head to Malaga on the train. Our first stop for the day was the football stadium – naturally Jack’s choice. So we walked for what seemed like ages until we finally got there and did the typical tourist photo outside the ground kinda thing. Then it was very much a day of shopping…sorry Jack. Which I loved, there were some amazing shops and I found the most beautiful pair of shoes ever yet I decided against buying them and it’s safe to say I’m kicking myself now about it. I definitely recommend going to Malaga as not only is there the shopping to do but there’s also a lot of culture there which we didn’t have time to go to (just another excuse to go back of course). As it was a birthday in the family we went to a restaurant in the village that was delightful and it was so nice to see the village still bustling with life into the evening.

I can’t wait to go back to Spain. Get La Cala de Mijas on your bucket list!