It seemed like we had been experiencing a lot of city life in the last few weeks, Sevilla and Granada were full of looking, hiking, reading, studying, and writing, and appreciating the historic significance of each and every spot. We decided to rest our brains on the Mediterranean.

We didn’t know a lot about southern Spain but figured we could make our way to the beach, we’re good at that. After evaluating a few red flags like; large population base, popular with tourists, a hit with the Brits (no offence all my new friends) and “hang onto your wallet”, we settled on a place called Calypso Beach in San Juan de los Terreros, Pulpi, Spain. Small, quiet, quaint seaside village, all of the above for a modest 60 Euros a night.

Two room suite, private veranda with a killer view of the Mediterranean, not fancy. What tipped us off to the “not fancy” was their beach restaurant that had a rip roaring fire going (olive tree logs) with an entire pig and two lambs steaked in the ground roasting- away- the- slow- way. We sat down to dinner that night and Mike said “pig please” and I said “lamb please”.

A dinner for the books. The beach scene was all about family, small groups setting up camp each day, swimming and bobbing around in the surf. We met some nice people (Hi Vivien and Richard!) As the days marched on we eventually walked up the beach and visited other small coves. Calypso is a lovely spot but beware future planners, I saw some cranes on the outskirts of town and I don’t mean birds.