Hot, hot, hot

We woke at just before 8 a.m. and the temperature hadn’t dropped below 20 degrees all night.

After breakfast with our friends we went our separate ways, and we walked up to the village and then through the back streets to a little cafe on the outskirts, where a coffee and Diet Coke was just over €3.

Up in the square there was a funeral taking place and we saw a couple of the retired hotel waiters walking into the church.  Later on we were passed by a bride being driven to her wedding in a Volkswagen Beetle convertible.  Quite eventful.

This afternoon we’ve lazed by the pool reading.  These days I have to sit in the shade, no longer able to bake in the sun.  I may be tempted into the pool at some stage.

Many years ago we walked to the top of the hill where the masts are in the main picture.  It was a long day and my feet were sore when we got back but I feel a certain satisfaction that we did it.

I’ve added a few extras, which I’ve also put on the Mijas Facebook page.