Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2013
. Some scattered showers led us to our next stop, a little Italian joint with a covered terrace. While sipping our beverages, we put our creative minds to good work and left our shy waiter some table art amusement.
Back at the hotel, realizing we hadn’t spent any time at the pool, we decided it was a must prior to our departure the next morning. After a short time lounging in the crowded poolside area, we knew we made the right decision spending our days beachside. We made good use of our final night with the buffet and spent our last evening in Torremolinos sitting at La Bodega, a cute little outdoor tapas bar, enjoying Sangria, frozen yogurt and the street side entertainment of passerby’ers dodging a left-behind slippery tomato from a picky sandwich eater.
Our final day in the sun. Or so we thought. The day before our departure didn't turn out to be the sunniest of our days in Spain but we did our best to enjoy what little bit of time we had left in the heat. We spent the day in our favourite of the beach towns, Benalmadena. After having b-lined our way to the beach, we were a little discouraged that the sun not only hadn't found the strength to make its way through the clouds, but instead, had almost completely faded and left us with shade and sand filled wind gusts. Feeling a little under the weather (thanks to my fore-mentioned unexpected visitor) I gave into promise of the strong handed Asian woman, "whatever you like I do for you". I exchanged 10 Euros for not just a massage, but some serious exfoliation from her sand covered, oily hands. It was fabulous. Giving up our hopes of the sun making a breakthrough, we made our way to the local mini golf bar for some competitive putting. A surprise finding of my new favourite beer, Desperado, must have given me the extra added edge and left me the proud winner of our game