Well, there's little more to say really, we had lots of sun, we visited the beach and swam in the sea each time; we ate well, mostly enjoying Tapas and Sangria - well there's that saying - when in erm, Rome, do as the Romans do. It's implication is international of course. And I like to do as I'm told.
This is as choppy as the water got; we really managed to choose a fab week for weather. Believe me, it is not always our luck, so we did make hay! I took this photo on the day we arrived and I'm glad I did, the sea remained almost flat calm thereafter. The swimming pool was colder than the sea, despite a summer's worth of sun on it. The sea is always better for you anyway. I tell myself.
And then of course, there's the food. The diet slipped without mention to the back of my mind. It's incredibly difficult for me to turn down the chance of choosing little plates of my favourites...we'd already eaten the salad before I thought to take a photo! Gannet.
So all the good parts of a holiday were in place.
After four days of having Mr Dunnit to myself, my American Sissy and her brave and intrepid partner arrived with my beloved parents. Lots of chat and catch up. It was wonderful. Sissy Dunnit's man was incredibly brave and intrepid - entering a family cauldron without first meeting any of us, doing it all on the most appalling jet lag and not once did he have to revert to anything more than wine, beer or sleep. He fit in perfectly, of course.
We did some real culture, and we did some real non-culture too. Loads of photos to be spread out over loads of posts and not all of them will be Spain relevant, just decoration!
I have a lot of 'getting into gear' to do now. Lists to make, busy to be - if only to help me stop missing the company of my lovely Sissy Dunnit. Join me won't you, as I step into Autumn, it would seem that I can't put it off any longer!