We left Salobrena after our sightseeing lunch and headed to Nerja. A small coast town that actually has very little history – it was destroyed by a natural disaster and it was a sleepy little fish town until something put it on the map. I’m going off my memory of the things we read about it then … but it was so refreshing because every where prior to Nerja was FULL of history and castles and churches and monuments and we started to feel like we didn’t know how to take any more in. Not because it wasn’t fun, it was just so much. All over, all the time. I didn’t know how I was going to remember another mural on a ceiling, how I could hold that in my memory against the previous four I’d seen and stood in awe of.
Driving in Spain is an adventure all it’s own, I highly recommend you try it. Teeny tiny roads and little directional advantage. We ended up driving our car down a pedestrian street (to be fair, google maps said it was ok) but there we were in the middle of a shopping center while vacationers sipped their beer and ate their calamari – and we waved at them from inside our car. As if we were dining next to them.
Once we found a hotel and parked, we exhaled.
This was my favorite part of the trip. I don’t think I can call it a vacation if I don’t see some water. We went straight to the sea.
Then I stopped taking photos.
Nothing felt like work in Nerja. We had a leisurely dinner and after the previous nights in a cave, we slept wonderfully. A slow, beautiful breakfast with all the coffee we wanted and fresh fruit juice. Birds joined us at our table to eat the crumbs from the croissants.
We spent the day on the beach, rented those little huts and had bar service from the restaurant. Aaron went cliff jumping, we both swam and collected shells and looked up and down and all around. We read books, drank deliciously strong drinks and laid in the sun.
Our feet were caked with finely ground rocks that served the purpose of a sandy beach. I wish I would have taken photos of the things we saw. They were grilling whole fish on an open fire in pyramids with lemon juice. It smelled dirty and earthy and delicious. There was skin every where, and every kind of body shape you could ever imagine. Children were naked, running around and flying kites. Throwing tantrums. Ordering milk shakes. People were walking the beach selling bracelets and ice cream cones, giving massages or pedaling the fun you could have. Kayaks and wind surfing, jet skis, tube rides from the shore to the water.
We had the most restful 24 hours in Nerja. If I could do it over again, I’d cancel the next two nights stay in Carmona and hole up in Paradore on the shore in Nerja. Waking up to the smell of salt and the rushing water of the tide: the bright green grasses and twisted resort trees. I could have stayed there all week.