You may have noticed I went a bit quiet at the beginning of the month. Husband and I took a few days off and went to stay with a friend at her family’s house on the Costa Blanca, Spain.
Last year, we decided this summer we’d go for a straight forward week in the sun. After a couple of poor British summers, we were craving the feeling of heat on our backs.
We stayed at La Zenia, about half an hour south of Torrevieja, and an hour from Alicante.
While we drove to some very pretty parts – with wild flamingos people! – much of it was ‘Brits abroad’ territory which isn’t really our cup of tea. Still we knew that: we’d simply wanted some sure-fire sun and to lie back and look at unbroken blue sky.
Here’s some of what we saw.
♥ This is Mar Menor and the Salinas de San Pedro (we’re now in the Costa Calida not Costa Blanca). We loved looking at people covering their bodies – or sometimes just a poorly limb – in this black sludge from the bed of the salt lakes, because it’s supposed to have healing properties, then standing out to dry.
I was kind of tempted to join them, if only for the comedy value of a post-dip photo, but the sulphur made the water smell like cow pat. So I settled for a mud face mask when I got home.
It’s the first time I’ve seen flamingos in the wild. We couldn’t get very close and they mostly had their heads under water, fishing avidly, but it was quite magical. Apparently June is when the flamingo population is at its most plentiful.
♥ Torrevieja was approaching holiday hell for me. The Spanish certainly like a day at the beach. No grain of sand left unconquered.