Costa del Sol
We picked up a rent car in Granada and drove south to the coast, stopping briefly in both Nerja and Marbella.
If there are “sleepy fishing villages” anywhere along this stretch, I did not see them. It was beautiful, but it was clearly booming. The billboards are all in English.
We ordered a ham and cheese croissant to split in Nerja, but Craig didn’t like the ham and pulled it out. So I offered it to the two German ladies sitting next to us with a little dog (who couldn’t believe his luck). We parted best of friends.
In Marbella, we walked along the beachfront, then out on the jetty to look back at hotels and condominiums that resembled giant beached cruise ships. Marbella is supposedly a playground of the very rich.
I spent a few minutes in front of a real estate office picking out a house in the hills above town. It was not even a million euros, a deal, really. My guidebook had warned that we would be aware of our sartorial inadequacy. We ate ice cream cones and drove on.
Next: Ronda