The coastal road is lined with all types of tropical palm and native trees in a wide shaded walkway, giving excellent shelter from the sun. As the white sun is filtered through the dense green foliage you can taste and smell the shade.
I wanted a paddle before lunch. Is this a truly British pass time? Probably Not, but I think we are true devoties of walking in the sea getting our rolled up trousers wet. Very satisfying !
The Marina led us along a new stretch of prominade displaying the usual culprits of different foods of different nations. We kept walking, as you know "its always the last bar or restaurant at the end " that normally gives you the best, it was !
We found a mass of locals and tourist alike enjoying a Bucket of Beer and Prawns. No english spoken here but an incomprehensible menu.
So I just pointed at what the others were doing. This is self service. You get a bucket of ice including six small bottles of beer, strangely with a deposit on the ice bucket. Why? And then choose your sea food. The prawns here are amazing. Result !
Later after our seiesta we walked back up hill again, stopping to enjoy the shops selling vast selection of ice creams and a new one to me, a frozen yogurt shop.
We had uncertain directions and were looking for Cervantes Restaurant, we did find it eventually, but probably a taxi to get here might be a good idea if your unsure.
It's near the concorde and Piccaso's studio.
We paused outside the art studio, and knew I should be more interested, but I struggle with Modern Art and it is sadly wasted on me.
We found Cervantes and squeezed into this tiny tapas restaurant.
And immediately began enjoying the atmosphere.
I ordered the sweetbreads off the specials board and settled.
This place is very small and the tables very close, so we found ourselves next to two young ladies from the States. One had been out in Andalucia a while, the other recently joining her from the East Coast. The new arrival Loudly and excitedly told her all her stories from home and how Good her Gynaecologist was! I needed to fire a warning salvo over her bow, as this conversation was becoming uncomfortable.
I did the usual of "Hi, where are you from ?" which was wasted as my geography of the East Coast of the USA is non existent. I joked and explained that with My English Accent its Not surprising that the British are disliked all over the world. She laughed and countered, that the Americans came a close second on the popularity scale. This did the trick, as we were spared the full details of her internal examination, and I was consequently allowed to enjoy my sweetbreads in peace.
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