We were at it again, this time we were heading off to Fuengirola (OK, you pronounce it…). It is about 20km the opposite way from yesterday’s trip (East). Our trip must have been longer, because it cost us $1.56 (fifty six???, were do they come up with the six ?), instead of the $1.16 yesterday. We had heard that there was a “market” on the beach today, and it might be fun to go too. Fuengirola is definitely a tourist town, but far from what we saw yesterday in Marcella. This is a Spanish beach front town from the get-go. Being a Sunday, most of the stores were closed except those closest to the beach front. All the local families were out to enjoy the day and doing just what we were doing. We had come for the market so no sooner had the bus stopped and we were headed straight for the beach. Fuengirola also has a nice boardwalk, and the market was being held at one end of it, just off the sand. I would guess that there were about 100 booths, selling anything from clothing, shoes and boots, tourist “junk”(trinkets), and food. We started working our way through one row and then on to the next. At the end of the second, it was time for a “coffee break” (her idea, I wanted to keep looking..). This little beach coffee/snack bar, had great coffee but what it is now known for, is their chocolate cake and ice cream !!! I must admit, I had both, and it sure was good. Then, it was time to get back to walking the market. I bought a pair of pants with zip off legs for $8, and Louise bought a rhinestone T-shirt. Finished, we headed out, but just as we were reaching the boardwalk, a couple of ladies came up to us with white carnation flowers in their hands. They wanted to sell us one for five cents. Well, that is a good deal, so I reached into my pocket and got out a nickel. Louise was doing the same, when all of a sudden, the lady that was talking with me, took the flower from my hand and put it into my pocket…now wait a minute, what is your hand doing in my pocket ???...yep, she tried to get my wallet !!! Fact is, while this one was trying to get my wallet, the other had done the very same thing to Louise, and had put her hand into Lou’s purse…we were among the fortunate ones, we didn’t lose anything, but we did learn just how quick they can be, and also one of their ploys. Well, that done, we headed off hand and hand, walked the rest of the boardwalk soaking in the sun, sea, and surf and saying a little “Thanks”. Just prior to sunset, we ended up back to the market area, where everyone was just packing up, and found another restaurant to have a light dinner. Did I say light, well, I ordered those sardines that are either fried or barbequed, and some great little squid, while Lou order a wonderful avocado and tuna salad…we shared it all. Boy, this is getting more like a “vacation” all the time…ain’t it great. Day at an end, we headed out to find our bus back…”Do you know were we catch it ?”…”Right were we got off..”, “Were is that?”… Fortunately, it wasn’t too hard to find, but when it came time to get off…we missed our stop. It could have been worse, because we only missed it by ½ mile, so it was easy enough to walk the highway back. It was noisy, it was dusty, but we made it…another adventure….
18 December ’05, Sunday.
We were at it again, this time we were heading off to Fuengirola (OK, you pronounce it…). It is about 20km the opposite way from yesterday’s trip (East). Our trip must have been longer, because it cost us $1.56 (fifty six???, were do they come up with the six ?), instead of the $1.16 yesterday. We had heard that there was a “market” on the beach today, and it might be fun to go too. Fuengirola is definitely a tourist town, but far from what we saw yesterday in Marcella. This is a Spanish beach front town from the get-go. Being a Sunday, most of the stores were closed except those closest to the beach front. All the local families were out to enjoy the day and doing just what we were doing. We had come for the market so no sooner had the bus stopped and we were headed straight for the beach. Fuengirola also has a nice boardwalk, and the market was being held at one end of it, just off the sand. I would guess that there were about 100 booths, selling anything from clothing, shoes and boots, tourist “junk”(trinkets), and food. We started working our way through one row and then on to the next. At the end of the second, it was time for a “coffee break” (her idea, I wanted to keep looking..). This little beach coffee/snack bar, had great coffee but what it is now known for, is their chocolate cake and ice cream !!! I must admit, I had both, and it sure was good. Then, it was time to get back to walking the market. I bought a pair of pants with zip off legs for $8, and Louise bought a rhinestone T-shirt. Finished, we headed out, but just as we were reaching the boardwalk, a couple of ladies came up to us with white carnation flowers in their hands. They wanted to sell us one for five cents. Well, that is a good deal, so I reached into my pocket and got out a nickel. Louise was doing the same, when all of a sudden, the lady that was talking with me, took the flower from my hand and put it into my pocket…now wait a minute, what is your hand doing in my pocket ???...yep, she tried to get my wallet !!! Fact is, while this one was trying to get my wallet, the other had done the very same thing to Louise, and had put her hand into Lou’s purse…we were among the fortunate ones, we didn’t lose anything, but we did learn just how quick they can be, and also one of their ploys. Well, that done, we headed off hand and hand, walked the rest of the boardwalk soaking in the sun, sea, and surf and saying a little “Thanks”. Just prior to sunset, we ended up back to the market area, where everyone was just packing up, and found another restaurant to have a light dinner. Did I say light, well, I ordered those sardines that are either fried or barbequed, and some great little squid, while Lou order a wonderful avocado and tuna salad…we shared it all. Boy, this is getting more like a “vacation” all the time…ain’t it great. Day at an end, we headed out to find our bus back…”Do you know were we catch it ?”…”Right were we got off..”, “Were is that?”… Fortunately, it wasn’t too hard to find, but when it came time to get off…we missed our stop. It could have been worse, because we only missed it by ½ mile, so it was easy enough to walk the highway back. It was noisy, it was dusty, but we made it…another adventure….
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