The halfway point

The halfway point Thank the gods we are out of Seville!  Ever since arriving in the lovely, warm, sunny, small yet bustling beach town of Nerja, our luck seems to have changed.  As I said in my previous post, it wasn't all Seville's fault, except the weather (rain) and the crappy lodging (we couldn't find anything better due to the Santa Semana celebrations).  Seville is probably a great spot, we had lots of nice moments and memorable meals. But Nerja seems to be where we should've come right from the start, and stayed the whole time!  But I always was a beach gal...  Joe is considering canceling the rest of our destinations (Granada, Madrid & Paris) and just staying put for the rest of our trip.  Fine with me.  Our accommodations are perfect.  Large, sunny, complete with beach toys, high chair, dishwasher, the owner even offered to babysit for us!  I mean, our kids are pretty cute when they are behaving but still that's pretty generous...  The beach is a short walk away.  There are a hundred great restaurants, bakeries and heladerias all right up the way on a pedestrian only road.  Last night we all had giant plates of delicious pasta for $3 Euros each.  The elusive Santa Semana parades we kept trying to find in Seville, we happened to just stumble upon last night that was so neat it almost made me want to get back into Catholicism again (even if only for the incense & music).  They take Easter seriously over here!  We spent the morning on the beach which kind of reminds me of Puerta Vallarta, Mexico or Cinque Terre, Italy with the mountains right on the beach vista.  Right now, both boys are napping, Joe is buying groceries, and I'm sipping some wine on our ocean view balcony.  Life is good again!