The beaches of the Mediterranean are really not that far away, but seem like a different world. Half an hour down out of the mountains, on a good main road that’s wide and smooth despite having lots of curves and being steep enough to have marked grades in more than one place.
The first beach we visited was just below the castle in Fuengirola (the castle which we had actually been to during our one other time in Spain when Ben and Tim were small and Nate wasn’t even here yet!) A fairly rocky, pebbly beach, but it had a car park, and we were just there for a short walk. Watching dogs play and skimming rocks and enjoying the slightly warmer temperatures than at our house in Coín.
A few days later, we went back down for a longer visit to a more sandy beach at La Cala de Mijas. The boys actually all got in the water! They played in the waves for a good while, and worked together on a sandcastle with several protective walls and ditches to stop the waves reaching it. Eric and I just enjoyed sitting in the sun, but there were other adults (mostly older and probably British) going swimming too, so our boys weren’t the only mad ones!
