Day 7 was the last sightseeing day and on day 8 we were off to Nerja for a week of (almost) total rest. The thing with slobbing out is that there's not much write about but thast'd probably not a bad thing... Anyway, time to leave Seville behind. AJ had had enough of O'Reilly sending us the wrong way so, for a short time, we tried Bruce (Oz accent) and then, having got fed up with him after 5 minutes, settled on Jeeves. Jeeves took us effortlessly to Nerja, partly helped by the fact that when we actually got to town I kind of (kind of) knew where we were going. The fun with Nerja then, at this time of the year, is parking the car.
I think we did 3 laps of our part of town before deciding to go into a dead end bit (albeit a BIG dead end bit) where we did find a space. Journey's end (well, for a week). And on the 8th day shalt we rest? Well, yes, but not until some shopping has been done and then washing put in the machine (I think 3 loads that day). A couple of late afternoon hours by the pool and we were set up for the evening.
The evening was quite entertaining because the last time we were in Nerja it was November. Wandering around the restaurant area on a Saturday night in November invloves deciding which half-empty place to go and visit. In June it involves about 10 times as many people and AJ did not appreciate the hustle and bustle (they like to call it atmosphere I think). We went to an Italian that we knew and had an OK meal. It was really busy but the service was OK (I think we just beat the rush...). We kind of decided then that we'd be eating in the quieter parts of town after that...
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| Sunset from the balcony |
Day 9 involved a refresher course in the town's geography - particularly as our Saturday shopping trip ended up with us coming the long way round from the Supermarket. So we had a wander up and down the beachfront and around the middle of town. Lunchtime followed that, then slobbing around the pool, drinks, dinner, etc. You'll see a pattern here (and far less words). Actually the evening surrounding dinner was quite interesting. We watched the Canadian F1 GP where it rain terribly (or really well dependent on how you look at it) until the race got red flagged (i.e. stopped). At this point we went out to dinner. We returned 2 hours later, got some drinks, sat out on the balcony and then I remembered to check out the F1 result. I turned on the TV and the race was still on - in fact it had only just restarted... Jenson Button won. Brilliant. All rise for the National Anthem...
Day 10 was a virtual re-run of day 9 with us walking to Burriana beach this time (where we had previously stayed) and (obviously) a different restaurant. Day 10 also introduced two couples from Leigh and (ex) Bolton thus extending the conversation circle from 2 to 6. Oh yes, one other thing that made Day 10 different - a drip.
No, not me, the drip was from our bedroom aircon unit. I came out of the shower to find it dripping good style. We switched it off, stuck a pan under the drip and rang the "concierge" Pat. She was very good. She got onto someone to fix it who sent someone out - they said 45 minutes and they took 90 but at least they came. There was a blockage of sorts in the condensed water outlet. He tried to clear it then told me in Spanish that the system probably wasn't set up right. Anyway, it all went back on and worked for the rest of the night.
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