A flock of flies has become our morning alarm clock. After lunch I took the bus back to Malaga to get the Scrabble game Mom had left at Hotel Las Vegas. It was a long trip but a delicious homecooked dinner of Coq au Vin was the reward. I creamed Mom in a game of Scrabble. Her mother has taught me well so I am a Scrabble Master!
7July1972: Torremolinos, Spain
With these damn flies it is like beat em is not working. Perhaps we should join their team? We headed into the city centre after I crushed Mom in Scrabble. I haven’t seen such a mob on the bus since Greece and Yugoslavia. We stopped in at the tourist office and inquired how we could get to Morocco. We stopped a butcher’s shop and bought two huge steaks which we had for dinner with baked potatoes. While I have my doubts about anything unique about Torremolinos at least I am eating well. For all I know this place is a Miami Beach of Spain?