Last Week in Puerto de Mazarron

Looking over Mazarron Bay

Another hilltop

Must get a picture of the almond blossoms

Alicante airport, one flight late and still smiling. They made it!

"Spy picture" taken from inside my living room of the ladies who wash the sidewalks!

We have two sets of pictures of our neighborhood in Puerto de Mazarron. Nelson and I have learned during our travels that when we stay in one place for more than a few days the nearby sights quickly become familiar, and we easily forget to take pictures of them. When we get home it becomes a matter of, “Oh, remember the lime trees beside the recycling bins outside the Dia grocery store near our apartment?….Remember those crazy ladies who washed the sidewalk across the street every morning?….Remember the Arab store? Remember Frutas Irene? Remember, remember, remember….” On our last afternoon in town I walked around and took my photos of everything nearby, feeling quite smug and pleased with myself for remembering, not knowing that Nelson had done the same thing a few hours before. We can choose the best from either point of view.

Mum and Dad joined us on January 24th and spent the next five days in an apartment near ours. We took them to some of our favorite places: the beach just past Canada de Gallegos (that looks like it says “Canada“ but it does not, there is supposed to be a tilde over the n, which makes it sound like “Canyada). We made the drive through La Espuna nature park to the “Holy Saviour” restaurant in Mula where we were welcomed like old friends even though we had only been there once before. We drove up to the abandoned fortress on the cliff side overlooking Cartagena and climbed on and under the guns. We went to the Underwater Archeology Museum and the Spanish Civil War bomb shelter museum in Cartagena. They joined me for coffee with the students from my Spanish class after my last lesson on Thursday. We handed out the “Canada” pencils and said a fond farewell to the town on Friday evening. Saturday morning we loaded all five of use, plus luggage into the Peugeot made for three and headed for the airport. It was fun to be in one place and get to know the local routine, but it’s even more exciting to be on the road again.