adventures down the mountain.

Just down the mountain from our little village, across the Candy Cane Forest and the Enchanted Lake of Mystery, lies the detritus urban wasteland of Fuengirola (pronounced Fwen-hee-rolla).  Reminiscent of most modernized Mediterranean port towns, Fwengy, the nickname so endearingly bestowed by G42ers, is the neighborhood slum by the sea.  Still, for 88 cents, a quick bus ride down is worth the mild entertainment available outside of our little 2-store, 5-street retirement town.  Here are some photographs of our mini weekend adventures. . .

Fuengi flea market. . .

Maleficent left something behind in Spain. . .

 

Norwegian coffee shop.  This cinnamon bun was actually good, though it doesn't look it.

Old + new world.