In spite of spending hundreds of great european euros at the Estapona Carrefour just two days ago, we are out of juice, kit kats and bread, they don’t like the yoghurts, and we need more tomotoes and avocados. Oh, and rose wine.
So we decide to combine a trip to Carrefour with a trip to Estapona beach.
There is the main beach, and also a little bay kind of thing, with a carpark, where there are two bar/restaurants and some waves!
Some of the kids get dropped off and those who love to shop (Phoebe and Keturah) come with us. We buy a coolbox, for future use of those who rent the house, and to keep our dairy cool while we swim, and then go buy the essentials.
Which turn out to include one octopus for dinner tomorrow, some quails eggs (“want to try them!”) two handbags, two sets of sunglasses (more sunglasses!!) and a belly button bar for the girls. Phoebe’s in the hole now for all of August’s allowance plus 40 euros but the belly button bar is TOTALLY BLING!
Back to the beach, where we all enjoy the waves, even though the water is not nearly as clear as Kologria Beach in Greece. We are a beach towel down so the sand is a bit annoying and we are too late to get sunbeds, but we manage and Amy is the only one to get a bit pink today (her bum!)
The water is a bit cooler than Greece too, as we are quite near where the Atlantic comes in through the straits of Gibralter (we can see Gib on a clear day) and meets the Med. I’m swimming happily along and then the thought occurs that it might be cold enough for sharks. So I stick near the kids, they would make a tastier & easier snack for a large fish than me.
About 7pm we start to head back, but a tricky turning off to Casares catches both of us unaware and Sarah gaily heads off to Malaga. I hope she’ orientated enough now to find her way back to Casares, and she’s got a full tank of petrol so I’m not too worried. A working mobile phone in her car might have helped! Then I take the wrong exit on the next roundabout and end up back on the toll road, heading for San Luis de Sabinillas, which is where our kids went to schooll when we lived here.
Our car has the shopping, so as we are going along and we are a carfull of manpower down, I’m thinking about the whole drive up through car part, down little street, park in square mularkey, when I realise that I can just drive in from the top of village to park temporarily in the square and the kids can unload.
What is the point of having the little blighters if it’s not to make things easier with the slave labour? Not that they are actually doing much apart from unloading shopping occasionally! Loading the odd dishwasher perhaps….
I get going on tonights meal, which by popular request is chille con carne, with fresh peppers, mushrooms and carrots chopped in. The mince is great, very lean with hardly any fat coming out of it – must be those free range bulls we keep driving past.
Sarah and co roll in about 9.15 and while regaling us with tales of trying to figure out her way back, we feed the kids (which is like feeding the forty thousand, with all this swimming!) and relax for the evening.