Sunrise, sunset, and various full moons...
Not a lot to report from Spain; we're loving the villa so much that Jason and I have been doing lots of relaxing on the patio - finding it hard to pull ourselves away from the peace and quiet to go fight all of the tourists in the villages below. To keep the pictures coming, I have been taking shots of the full moon at dusk:
After sunset:
And at sunrise:
The other day, we got adventurous and decided to walk from the villa down to the beach for lunch. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. I wouldn't have wanted to be packing anything too heavy on the trip, but we made it down and back without any trouble...might even do it again! Here's a picture of the house from the bottom of the mountain:
While Jason and I have been sitting around, watching the view (ok, to be more accurate, I should say, while Jason's been working and I've been sitting around), John and Terry have been doing all kinds of exploring. The drove up to Granada to see the Alhambra and explored all over Malaga while waiting for Jarod and Lisa's delayed arrival.
We also all had quite the adventure on Friday when an innocent trip to the beach went seriously ary. We arrived at the parking lot for the beach and discovered that we had to take a shuttle van down to the beach as it was quite remote and wasn't serviced by any public roads. Because the shuttle vans were small, we got split up and Jason and I ended up waiting for another one while the rest of the crew ventured down ahead of us. When we finally made it down to the beach, we were greeted by some very wide-eyed stares from John, Terry, Jarod, and Lisa. Our journey had delivered us to a nudist beach! We decided to chalk it up as an experience and hunted out the "safest" spot on the beach - one in which we were at least surrounded in our immediate vicinity by bathing suit clad beach goers. This, unfortunately, did not protect us from witnessing some very odd sites:
- A nude man performing a series of cart-wheels and back-flips down the beach.
- A large, nude woman roaming the beach wearing nothing but a fancy dangley belt around her waist. It was almost as though she was jealous that non-nudists got to wear cute suits and her belt was her way of joining the fun...
- A very, very, very burned butt. I think it was John who drew our attention to that one when he announced something along the lines of, "That's going to hurt tomorrow!"
3 comments:
Mica, Were the nudists of all ages or did you pay attention to that? Grandpa
Apparently nudists don't discriminate based on age. They ranged from just a few months old to couples that I'd guess were in their 70's or 80's. If you were wondering, I don't think you and Grandma are too old to move to Spain and convert! :)
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