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Oct 22, 2010 - Fuengirola

We leave lovely Carmona early, having figured out how to ask for a grande latte in Spanish. The road to Ronda is small and through many miles of open fields – it appears they are being prepared to plant more olive trees. We find Ronda to be a cliff-side city, tremendously high in the mountains and is crammed with tourists! We actually find parking in a church parking lot and walk around the old city, particularly to the bridge famous for its drop down a gorge. The houses hang onto the side of the gorge appearing to dangle like a George...

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Feb 24, 2010 - arrivée à Fuengirola

Nous arrivons à notre apart-hôtel Pyr. Située sur le bord de la Méditerranée....séparée seulement par la paséo maritimo qui s'étire sur des kilomètres....c'est à cet endroit que se fera l'initiation de mes trois compagnons de voyage...mon fils Carl,ma belle-fille Héléna et mon chum Réjean..... Il y a un long quai comme celui du secteur la Baie au Saguenay...des pêcheurs tendent leurs filets patiemment....j'aime aller m'asseoir sur les roches pour écouter leurs babillages pas toujours faciles à comprendre.

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Apr 1, 2009 - Final destination, Fuengirola, Spain

Well folks, this is where it all started. Can you believe it? I can't really myself....I went around the frickin world dudes! Not round the world in 80 days...it took me 180... So, I am getting back in the saddle Europe-wise, found an great flat a block from the beach...if you can't find me, that's where I'll be. As it would be, my friend Deb who visited me here before the great adventure came down for some southern Spain hospitality and she loves it so much, she is moving her show from bcn to one of the lovely southern coastal...

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Jul 5, 2003 - Costa Del Sol, Spain 2003

Costa Del Sol, Spain 2003 (5th–12th July) I didn’t write a travel journal for this particular holiday. However, I recall that it was an excellent break. We stayed at an apartment called Casa Atalaya in Fuengerola and I went with my mum and dad, my sister Amanda and my Auntie Gill (mum’s sister). I remember stepping out of the airport into what felt like an oven. The weather was lovely although at one point I got over heated and didn’t feel too well. Our apartment had its own pool, which we thoroughly enjoyed, and it overlooked the sea,...

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