We chose to go to Finestraat this afternoon rather than Benidorm, driving around the mountain named Puig Campana which is better known to the British tourists (Ha! I spit on you wiz your Union Jack underpants...) as "Benidorm Mountain". It has a big notch out of the top where a local giant once kicked out a piece in anger over the losing of his daughter. According to legend the missing piece now sits in the sea off the Benidorm coastline and forms a little island about a kilometer out to sea. What would be a good 'British' name for this island, I wonder? Benidorm Island? Little Gibraltar?. Well, anyway, the sun shone for the first half of the afternoon but we were too tippled with Sangria to do any real walking. We ambled for a few hundred metres, got back in the cars and then drove around the mountain and back to Finestraat where we wandered through the streets before being forced into a local cafe for tea to avoid a down pour. Here are a couple of photos to prove we have had our daily constitutional.
All are well and enjoying what the Costa has to offer. Today we had Douradas (John Dorries?) and prawns, with salad and Sangria. Yesterday we enjoyed tuna salad and a couple of cheap bottles of wine. No photos of our lovely walk yesterday though as I forgot the camera, but it was the hottest day so far. Fingers crossed for the cricket tomorrow!
Happy Easter all.
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