La playa, as the beach is called in Spain, lured me back again today. I felt lazy when I woke up, so it wasn’t difficult to beckon me toward the waves, sand and languid beach goers. The 5,070 steps I walked to get there were longer than necessary. I left with the full intent of hauling the lawn chair out of Lola’s trunk on my way down the hill. But, my handsome landlord was trimming the flowers as I locked the door, and I was thinking about our Spanish conversation as I walked by Lola. I forgot the chair until I was all the way to the Avenida Malaga. And I wanted that chair...so hence the extra steps.
Today’s blog is actually more about la playa and the people I watched. I found the perfect spot beneath a small group of palm trees to plop my chair down in the sand (thanks to my friend, Lyn, I had a chair...). Paradise. A cool breeze. Blue sky. Shade, or sombra as it’s called here. No noisy cars. Soft spoken beach goers. And me with my book on my iPad. I took a deep, thankful breath and then looked at all the different people around me.
The men and women who paraded across the sandy area in my line of vision while I held my iPad on my lap, were fascinating. I mention my iPad because my camera was also open as I snapped photos surreptitiously of small girls and women without bikini tops, women in all shapes, sizes and ages and senior aged lovers. I can’t decide if seeing women going topless or wearing a bikini bottom that doesn’t cover the bottom at all was the most thought provoking. The photos were for my blog, not for any other reason...but the way. I snapped these photos during my lazy time in the shade...all except the woman who threw me into shock mode. I was so sluggish with surprise, That I wasn’t fast enough to lift my iPad to pretend I was reading so I could take the photo.
The woman was very tan, about fifty, and laughing at her companion, who was a beautiful Spaniard who spoke so fast, I couldn’t understand one word as they walked by me. She was topless, but I didn’t realize that immediately because she had a bikini top tattooed across her breasts and all the way around her back with a clasp closer. All in ink. It was beautiful and artistic even though I am not a fan of tattoos. This one was amazing. Hmmmm...I wonder if?? No, not me.
When my watch showed 2:00, I cleared up and headed toward the boardwalk to find a table at the same café I found yesterday, Bar Juani. My waiter remembered me. That was fun. Today, I ate crisp boquerones and a mixed salad. With the fabulous sea view and the good food, I languished there for over an hour before tackling the streets and the steep hill leading back to my abode.
And then I took a siesta, like the Spaniards around me...until it was time to meet Miguel Alba and his wife, Isa for dinner at 8:00, undoubtedly too late when I get back to publish my blog, so here we are. Another dining adventure and a Spanish language test...
This is the correct link to the underground winetasting in northern Spain. I noticed this morning that the link did not work. http://www.queserialaantigua.com/blog/las-bodegas-subterraneas-de-fuentesauco/
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