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Published: November 30th 2007
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Senora Carmen
Our quirky, but lovable camp commandante Camping Torre del Mar
Parcela 103
Paseo Maritimo
Torre Del Mar
MALAGA
Espana C.P 29740
Ola Bo & Dud,
Welcome back after your holiday in the Maldives - I hope to be receiving an email from you complete with photographs and a day by day diary.
We arrived in Torre del Mar on Sunday 4th - we’d been looking forward to this day for some time. You will remember that we had a fly away holiday in January to have a look around sites in the area and chose this one because it ticked so many boxes. However, sometimes (or is it most times in my case?) things are not as imagined - our letter had been received, and a pitch reserved, but the size of it meant that we were awning to awning with our Norwegian neighbour. Surprisingly enough he didn’t seem to mind but it gnawed away at me overnight. The following morning I went to see the lovely Carmen; manager of the site, aged 76 and no English, to explain that this would just not do. My Spanish, as you know is non existent, and my translator is useful in
Casa Howard & Hilda
Our little place on the Costa del Sol - please note the development of a rock garden. a supermarket but unfortunately not in this situation; she did however agree to promenade with me around the site to see what else might be available.
How can I describe Carmen, traditionally Spanish, difficulties walking (she has a shuffling motion), constant chuntering and, unfortunately, a tendency to be losing the plot. We were accompanied on our walk by several sheets of paper with a list of reservations - and every parcella I asked about brought on a bout of paper shuffling, waving of arms and increased muttering and despair; an adequate description of us both by this time. Eventually I stood my ground and insisted on a corner plot - she thought that this may be possible and we returned to the office to do the deal. I should explain that I had done this without reference to Howard - we had spent all of the previous day setting up and now we needed to move everything. By the end of day 2 he was the one in despair as his back went into overload - breakout the Ibuprofen!
Well, everything happens for a reason don’t you think? We found ourselves opposite Jackie & Robert, veterans of Torre
Rene & David
Very relaxed on packing up to go home day. and full of the most useful information. Add to this, their invitation to join them at the Thursday night quiz at Viva Bar, introductions to their friends and, you can see where this is going can’t you ….. degeneration into evenings of eating, drinking and general frivolity. We both thought that we’d come here for a quiet time and a rest - truth is we’re having the most wonderful time.
We’ve eaten out on two occasions; as a sad ‘goodbye’ to Rene & David who were returning home to St. Ives, we went to eat at Lo Pepe Molina, a restaurant at Almayate, specialises in lamb shanks and of course we had to have one. I had a back leg and Howard had a front leg (it came from a very tall lamb) - it was hanging over each side of the plate. I don’t think we’ve ever eaten so much meat in one sitting in our lives but it was so delicious we couldn’t stop. Jackie had a most excellent idea about making Irish stew with what was left and accordingly she asked for a ‘doggie bag’ - shame she left the bag in the taxi on the
Petanca
Men v Women - Men won by 1 - Women came 2nd way home. On Friday evenings some of the locals gather in the bar to sing flamenco accompanied by a guitarist - it is mournful, tuneless but full of passion and pain. After showing an interest I was invited to sit with the group; fortunately for them the taxi came before I could join in and give a selection from The Sound of Music.
However, on our second night out I turned from a Karaoke virgin to a Karaoke diva - ‘just give me the microphone O.K.!’ We went to a very busy Spanish restaurant and this time tacked a chicken kebab - there was enough meat to feed a small nation for a month. After the meal someone had the bright idea of calling into a bar owned by an English couple who had lived on the camp site while looking for a business - this would expand our knowledge of the area. It was 2.30 am by the time we rolled home; during the period of ‘just calling in for a quick one’ I managed to do a rendition of It’s Raining Men, complete with backing group and Groovy Kind of Love, a duet with Howard - Oh
Hilda drops one!
This underarm, crouching stance - a personal speciality. Note the view from the pitch. dear, one too many I think!!
I was also introduced to Mr. Twinkle - a small Chinese man with ½ a moustache who flashes his way around the bars and restaurants of Torre - I purchased two flashing rings and two flashing tiaras, these will come in very handy for the Christmas and New Year festivities. We are being led into shocking ways by a group of retired older persons expert in the art of having a good time - and one or two headaches!
We’ve also been exercising regularly - it’s a 3 mile round trip to the end of the Torre bit of the promenade and we’ve enjoyed striding out every other day. Then there’s market day on Thursday, BBQ’d sardines for lunch at Casa Miguel, trips to the supermarket and Boule on Friday afternoon - I was hoping to make inroads into some serious reading but I can’t find the time!!
Howard and I never did a Club 18-30 Holiday but I bet this 50+ group could give them a run for their money.
Love + Hugs + Kisses
H & H x
P.S. Congratulations on your engagement - most excellent news.
The-4-Pensionistas
Our mentors in the hedonistic Spanish lifestyle
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