!Hola!
Stayed with a lifelong friend of Songsheet's in her apartment with a fabulous view directly across rocks onto the sea at Calla Mayor. The King of Spain's holiday palace was just to the left of us (this is mentioned for positioning, not because he invited us in for tea) - the little bay looked a lot like a mini-Amalfi, Brian, with bougainevillea, hibiscus and oleander in profusion along craggy promontories.
The other rocks we viewed directly were in a sea of gin and tonic - crikey, I'd forgotten the monster sploshes you get! :blink: I recalled - eventually - where Mommie Dearest and I holidayed there, then was rather shocked to realize it was nearly 20 years ago - no wonder everywhere didn't look quite familiar (Hotel Bellver, in case anyone else has stayed there - overlooking the Marina).
My holiday chumette drove a new, rented Yaris (AC - they're grand inside and scoot along well enough, but what a weeny-teeny boot!) and showed me Andraxt and Villamosas (oops - forgotten the spelling). We ate netfuls of squid, which I adore, and thanks to the very healthy diet, plenty of salads, fresh fish, etc., I've put on even more weight. :shy:
Probably won't go on hols for another 20 years now, so you're stuck with me wittering on into senility. No - wittering on further into, etc., etc. ...
