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.

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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.
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