The Rain in Spain

Today it is cold and rainy here. It's not true that the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain. It rains on the coast as well. We are here till Monday the 29th when we fly to London, spend the night in Brighton, and catch the ship in Southampton for the crossing.

A few random thoughts as I sit here in the hotel lobby and think about our trip so far.

It's not very Spanish here in Torremolinos. It's mostly British, French, Scandanavians, with a smattering of Americans thrown in. You have to get away to the bigger cities or the smaller towns to find Spain.

The food is really good. We had paella last night and it was outstanding. Haven't had a bad meal yet.

Malaga has a beautiful Roman theater which was accidentally found during construction. It is worth seeing because it is in such wonderful shape.

The ferias and festivals here are ubiquitous. Everyday is another one, not to mention religious processions where the penitents carry floats weighing thousands of pounds on their backs to make up for all their sins during the rest of the year.

There are cats all over the place...no mice. There are attack flies all over the place. They don't leave you alone, so we bought insect repellant and got some relief.

The train and bus systems are fabulous...clean, on time, reliable, and they play classical music on the trains.

The groups that we see from Grand Circle are all old enough to be our parents.

The audiences at the shows at our hotel are the rudest people on earth, most being French Canadian. They never shut up and are all drunk.

The entertainment at our hotel is so funny that you have to see the movies to appreciate it. These people would never make it in the Catskills. They would throw tomatoes at them.

More to come tomorrow.