The Grand Finale

The best days are those that start off looking as if they might be exactly the opposite. That's what happened on the penultimate day of our Spanish adventure when both Ellie and I woke up (thanks to a drunken lad imitating an alarm clock) slightly grumpy and not in the mood to do anything much at all until our planned activity of Parasailing in the late afternoon. By mid-morning we were both a little restless and a lot cheerier so decided that actually we'd jump on a train and re-visit Fuengirola; a mere 16 minute journey from where we were staying and see if we could find what all the fuss was about (turns out we were un-impressed last year because we went...