I saw this ceramic tile sign at a shop in Mijas Pueblo last week. Although I’m no fan of Sylvester Stallone, I could immediately hear Rocky yelling “Yo, Adrian!!!” Obviously, that’s not what they intended.
A few minutes later, as San Geraldo got up from a bench and crossed the street to meet us, I noticed a sign in the background behind him.
We bumped into Lady Liberty last week while shopping in Mijas Pueblo. She said she was here for a short break. Although it’s always a pleasure to see her, I’m hoping the “short break” is not one of those alternative facts we’ve lately heard so much about.
ON THE PLAZA VIRGEN DE LA PEÑA.
VIEWED FROM THE GLASS ELEVATOR
AS WE HEAD BACK DOWN TO THE PLAZA.
We’ve had record-breaking cold temperatures here in Fuengirola. The record is since forever or since recent memory depending on who you ask. But we’ve been here four years and we’ve never experienced it this cold. And, no, those of you in much colder parts of the world, I’m not looking for sympathy (although it would be nice), I’m just stating the facts.
Beaches in Málaga were covered with snow. People in Mijas Pueblo, less than 15 minutes away in the mountains above us, had snowball fights.
Click the images to feel the chill (I had to put my hood up).
FROM THE PASEO DURING MORNING COFFEE.
MIJAS PUEBLO, THE WHITE VILLAGE, ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE.
VIEW FROM NEARLY THE TOP OF OUR BUILDING.
The temperatures bottomed out at 4C (39F) a few streets away from us. Mijas Pueblo actually froze (well, we froze, too, but not literally). We’re both still taking cold medicine. We’re both still not feeling great. San Geraldo never got hit as hard as I did, but he finally got hit. And when it comes to illness, the saintly hunk is not all that tough. I’m pleased to tell you, he has survived.
Below is what I did to get rid of the chill.
SPANISH TORTILLA AND SOPA DE PICADILLO (HASH SOUP)
LUNCH AT MESON SALVADOR.
THE SOUP HAS IBERIAN HAM, HARD-BOILED EGG, GARBANZO BEANS,
AND MORE. LIKE SALVADOR’S, IT’S THE BEST!
The sky was a brilliant blue and the sun was shining this morning. So San Geraldo suggested we drive the 15 minutes up the hill to Mijas Pueblo. Then we headed out for coffee and we were reminded how much our recently glass-curtained terrace protects us from.
The wind was gusting and we were nearly blown off our feet. Still, what’s a little breeze when you’ve got the Mediterranean sun?
So, San Geraldo and Judy did crossword puzzles, we had coffee, and we were off to Mijas Pueblo. (Click for bigger pics.)
SAN GERALDO’S PUZZLE LOOKS LIKE
OUR KITCHEN AFTER HE COOKS.
I DON’T KNOW WHY. A REPLICA OF BIG BEN IN MIJAS PUEBLO. NOTICE THE VIVID BLUE SKY — AND THE BLOWING PALMS.
AFTER AN INDOOR LUNCH AT BAR MARTINA,
STILL BLOWING AND THE SKIES ARE NO LONGER BLUE.
PABLO PICASSO ON A CHAIR NEAR THE RESTAURANT BEFORE LUNCH.
SAN GERALDO ON A BENCH NEAR A SHOP AFTER LUNCH.
MUCH COLDER AND THE SKY THREATENS. TIME TO HEAD HOME.
BACK ON OUR TERRACE
HAPPY AMARYLLIS UNAWARE OF THE WIND.
The answer, my friend, is still blowing in the wind…
Before taxiing up to Mijas Pueblo Monday morning, I did some research on restaurants and found one that sounded good for lunch. Described by visitors as “off the beaten path” and “a quiet escape,” Restaurante La Martina sounded like a good option.
It was better than good. It’s on one of the main pedestrian streets in the center of town but the neighborhood very quickly became residential. In addition, La Martina is up some steps on a terrace that overlooks the street. The terrace was inviting but the sun was hot so I peeked inside. The long narrow interior opened onto another terrace out back. That terrace was even more inviting. We sat, the waiter rolled out an awning to provide some shade, and the day got even better. (Click the images to see how much better things got.)
THE FRONT TERRACE ON CALLE MÁLAGA.
THE BACK TERRACE.
FRIED CAMEMBERT TOPPED WITH RASPBERRY JAM.
COMPLEMENTS OF THE HOUSE.
HOMEMADE CHICKEN PATE.
MY REVUELTO (SPANISH SCRAMBLE) WITH SHRIMP AND MUSHROOMS.