We took a break, knowing it would be our last day in Mijas and with our new British friends at Los Amigos Beach Club.
We had a paella lesson in the community room, and also learned how to make sangria. The resort had a new person teaching, so the crowd had to interact, and some of them had done this before. Great fun.
Our poolside condo was the perfect location, and strangely quiet–but then it was December. Not a lot of swimming going on.
We relaxed, enjoyed our afternoon, tried to eat up all of the things in the fridge and gave away the rest.
In the evening, our friends Ken and Marjorie invited us to their condo for a party, and there the rest of our new acquaintences were gathered. It’s amazing how a good hostess can provide the perfect appetizers with just bread and condiments and some other yummies, but Marjorie had done this before.
On our dinnertime the day before, we had shared our table with Ivon, and he offered, now, to drive us to the train on Thursday for our excursion to Malaga. He had his car, having driven through France to Mijas.
We got a picture of just how homey this place was to these English and Scottish friends. They thought nothing of driving to Spain, as we would feel traveling through States to a holiday.