Day 117, 7 October 2014, Open Air Flamenco Mass in Plaza de Constitucion (see today's photo of the guest of honour, Virgen del Rosario, patron of Fuengirola - AKA: The Giant Mary), Visit to Feria to see it all again with the fairy lights on. Churros y Chocolate. Massive sugar hit! What a day! The only thing keeping me going between standing up for an entire mass in Spanish and walking 3 kms in the evening just to get to and from the feria is another Spanish trad...

Day 116, 6 October 2014 - The Feria, she begins! I'd pottered about during the day, found a bar making fruit smoothies (yes - as rare as you'd imagine), had a siesta and headed out at 9.15 pm to walk to the fairground - usually the site of the Tuesday and Saturday markets. Tonight all the casetas were opened up and serving drinks, food, music to the masses. A lot of business networking is done in the club rooms during Feria - a real religious/social/family fun...

Day 115, 5 Oct 2014, Fuengirola. My downtime in town time mini-vacation is going swimmingly. Not actually swimming mind you - the Mediterranean is f-f-f-frrreeeezzing!!! Still lovely to get up a 8 am or so and tootle down to the beach to watch the sun rise out of the ocean. I enjoy a walk along the beach then usually hunt some breakfast - being careful to remember my favourite joints in order to take James back there in February when we return to Spain. Had a ...

Days 99-114, 19 September - 4 October 2014, Downtown Fuengirola. Never fear, still alive and still here - in Spain that is. Though off to France in just a few days on 9 October. It's been a while since I wrote but realistically mostly "same old" - markets (figs for €2.50/kg!!! just had to be done), learning more Spanish (and torturing more locals with it) and, of course, keeping my five furry little pals company. You may remember there being only four origi...

Day 114, 4 October 2014 - Night time! Plaza de Toros / The Bull Ring, Fuengirola. Feast or famine really - haven't had cause for two blogs in one day for quite a while. Andalucia in Southern Spain is known for many things - seafood, sherry and it's dancing white horses. James and I even went and saw the horses in Jerez a couple of years back. Not having done much riding at that stage, I admit to expecting more... ballet? flaming hoops? tutus? Who knows. But...