Just call us Euro-trash....
So, the Spain trip: We spent the first 4 days in a white village called Yunquera. Very pwitty. But fuck all to do. Dreams of owning a house here faded fast as we discovered the drive down to Malaga and the coast was a 60 minute nauseous nightmare. We stayed in the only hotel in town. It was 75 degrees outside but the bedrooms remained at a constant minus 10 degrees somehow. The hotel restaurant was great though (and it had a log fire every night). Excellent sea food, meats and a to-die-for tortilla. We drove around Andalucia during those 4 days, exploring other villages, looking at houses, oooooo-ing and aaaaaah-ing at the scenery and generally discovering the thin line that separates relaxation from boredom. This picture sums up those 4 days.

Our last 3 days were spent in Torremolinos. We went to the beach, sunbathed, read books under straw parasols, ate olives and drank cheap red wine watered down with soda water. In the evenings we got drunk in gay bars. Torremolinos is great, not at all like it was in the 70's and 80's. No crappy English or Irish pubs, no loud disco bars, no fish and chip shops or caffs advertising pie and mash. Loads of Spanish restaurants, Spanish people on holiday, Spanish boys on the beach and loads of excellent Spanish apartments that we couldn't afford.
We spent our last day in Nerja. Gorgeous resort but teeming with middle-class English folk wandering around blethering on about 'the real Spain'. Nice town, shame about the tourists.

Darren was, as always, fantastic company.

More photos:
"Why do you want me to stand in front of this poster?"
Hotel totty (thank God for zoom lenses)
Casarabonela was our favourite white village
Despite the room temperature in Yunqueura, there was nothing wrong with the view from the window
A day out in Malaga city buying cd's, sightseeing and taking photo's