Well actually no rest, While just about everyone else is headed back to a Victorian winter, l don’t even have a return ticket. This seemed like a good idea six months ago, but COVID and bad management by the airlines has seen return ticket prices doubling by the month. Oh well, I still have a month left before my visa runs out.  Perhaps things will get cheaper after the European summer holidays. Time to leave the beach, and head to “the beach”. Benidorm is known as a little bit of England in Spain. Well known for its English speakers, and pubs doing bangers and mash. For a couple of days I hang out with a mate.  Things I like, they speak Spanish without the mix of French, Catalan, and German thrown into every sentence. Get up early, coffee , walk, sesita, dinner and a few beers. My mates headed to Madrid for business. This is his old stamping ground, so that’s the next stop. Got to love wall to wall tapas bars. Down to Cordoba , where I meet up with a few more travelling Wilburrys. For the next couple of weeks we trip around the southeast of Spain. My mate was born here, but lives in  Melbourne. We hang out with his family at the finca (farm), and rent a 4 room mansion in the middle of Malaga.  More Tapas bars and Curingqitos.  My time here is at an end. I catch the six am flight to Morocco, while the crew head off for a couple of days in Marbella. Thanks Pete, Ern, Maria, and the Family, for the company. Catch you on the flip. 

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