Goodbye
DAY TWELVE Yesterday was the last full day of this long journey. A time to slow down and relax. The night before we had left the restaurant late and the sky was clear. However, during the night there was a severe storm and this morning started cloudy with the last rumbling of thunder as the still heavy clouds rolled out to sea. No damage, but, of course, all seats wet through and cushions needed to be hung out to dry. After breakfast I walked down the hill to the famous flea market. This takes place at the site of the annual carnivals etc, and is about the size of four football pitches. You can almost buy anything you want, and is great if you are decorating a house in a certain style. There are amateurs and professionals, some fresh food, and clothing besides the usual flea market wares. Smallest "stall"! Mirrors are Popular Faces of Fuengirola Then in to town and a slow stroll through side streets I had not walked before. Kat...