Sabrina is a walk-aholic, so we tramped to 'Funny Beach.' When we arrived, it wasn't really that funny... kind of like an outdated children's theme park. Maybe we were just there in the wrong season. Anyway, you can't complain about walking along Marbella's lovely beach, so who cares?
Along the way, I was torn between amusement and pity while watching the 'blanket salesman.' These guys look like they've come straight over from Africa (I mean, you can actually see Morrocco from Marbella, so maybe) and lay out their wares on a blanket on the side of the footpath - until a police car passes, that is. Then they speedily grab the four corners of their blanket and disappear as fast as they can, normally down behind the beach wall.
Lunch was some very reasonably-priced (and tasty) almond pasta.
Sabrina was dead set on a swim, so we both braved the 'fresh' water, then dried out on the beach.
When we returned, salty and slightly bedraggled, there was some very flashy wedding/christening going on in the church near our hostal. I felt rather underdressed in my togs (swimsuit, for non-New Zealanders), so we discreetly picked our way through the ties, heels, suit jackets, and gowns in the crowd.
Up in our hostal room, we closed the doors to keep out the ungodly racket that a large group of excited Spaniards can make!!
We enjoyed exploring the narrow streets and boutique-style shops of the casco antiguo (old town).
I see from my collection of photos that we found churros at El Churrito Feliz (the happy little churro) at some point...
Our only disappointment was that we couldn't watch a flamenco show at one of the bars without having a full meal.
Consequently, we rebelled against Spain by going to an Indian restaurant (Jaipur) for dinner.
The curry must have given us a super burst of energy, as we went for a wander around all the clubs down by the beach. No-one was out at this early stage of the night (probably around 10pm, & remember we were in Spain) so we just went to Eclipse and took over the whole dance floor. Which was easy, because no-one else was there- at least, for a while.
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