Glenn and Judy very generously agreed to watch Sawyer one afternoon so that Chris and I could go out and have a little afternoon date. We decided to go to Benalmadena, a little city up the coast with a castle and the usual seaside charms.
We found the castle right away from its impressive silhouette.
And it was really beautiful. But it turned out it wasn’t an actual historical castle, but a kind of folk art monument honoring Columbus. Fair enough.
I just can’t resist imitating creatures in stone.
And I totally fell in love with this inconceivable cactus tree thing.
Some tight squeezes around this place…
Chris spies land from the prow of the boat and claims it for God and King.
Isabella’s castle in the background, gardens beneath the boat in the foreground.
A little drizzle never hurt anyone.
I’m always obsessed with food when traveling, and this bowl of soup, ordered in a smoky and totally unpromising little bar, was possibly one of the most delicious things that I ate on the trip.
Chris’ beans weren’t bad either. And these were only the appetizers.
After lunch we strolled through the charming streets of the old town.
The main square.
The brilliant oranges with delicate raindrops…this place is very photogenic up close.
Chris and I are still laughing about this picture. It’s someone’s shopping list that he saw laying on the ground in the middle of the plaza. It’s hillarious because it says “Orange Fanta, potatoes, olives, sausage.” What else could it possible say, Chris wondered, this is all Spaniards ever eat. (Chris lived in Spain for a year, so he speaks with authority). What’s the point of the list when people buy the same seven things every time they go to the store? Then he confessed that it was missing tuna and olive oil. We turned it over, and lo and behold: aciete de oliva, atun.
Chris poses outside the bull ring.
Oh yeah, delicious pastries we picked up for the next morning…
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