Torremolinas #120 Bus

Whoa! that last gust of wind almost landed me on my butt.  The rain in Spain does not land mainly in the plain, it can be foul weather during your vacation.  Cabin fever was setting in, we, Bridgit and I needed out.  The bravery test, covered in ponchos we lit out for a bus.  Luckily the #120 to Torremolinas came along a bit of a distance, maybe better weather.  As we hit the ground running we were bathed in a splash of armor piercing rain.  We leaned into the wind as we crawled along trying to negotiate the beach side boardwalk.  With a wink and a nod at each other we darted for the closest bistro seeking refuge.  Grab a drink, storm watch the waves for a while and sensibly catch a bus back to the apartment.

These beach bistros are seasonally operated and are constructed to collapse, except for the bar and kitchen during the winter season.  Hence they have sliding sectional rooves that overlap, they tend to leak at times.  Our bistro had at least ten pots and pans strategically

“Are we drier inside or out?”

placed about the restaurant catching precious drop of water.

The patrons were happy, drier than outside, chatting loudly and

friendly.  We enjoyed their company.

We waded down the street, caught the bus heading for home.