We took a little drive into the mountains Monday with Judyshannonstreetwhat (click here if you still haven’t met) simply to enjoy the scenery and stop for lunch in the town of Coín (Co-EEN) less than an hour northwest. We arrived just in time for siesta, so we immediately stopped for lunch before strolling the deserted streets of a very small part of this non-touristy town.
A 12-year-old with a skateboard whistled at us as we pulled out of the parking garage beneath Plaza Mercado. He followed the whistle with, “Guay coche [cool car].”
Some sights today. Tomorrow, lunch! (Click to embiggerize the photos.)
Saturday afternoon, I took a walk in “the country.” I usually plan my walks around town to stay as close to the beach for as long as I can, but I decided this time, to head away from the water, mostly north through the neighbourhood of Los Pacos. It’s an easy 10-minute walk from home, but once you get past the center of Los Pacos — perhaps another 10 minutes — the look rapidly changes. I wondered at first when it was going to become more rural and then I heard a rooster crow. I turned another corner, the pavement ended, and the “country” appeared.
(Click any image for the big country.)
JUST BEFORE I HEARD THE COCK CROW. (THAT’S MIJAS PUEBLO IN THE FOOTHILLS OF THE SIERRA DE MIJAS)
SORRY! I SPOOKED A FLOCK OF EGRETS IN A FIELD.
I didn’t spend the weekend, but I did experience a couple of hours of “enchanting.”