I have been to the Costa del Sol today. More precisely somewhere between Benhavis and Cancelada along the N-340 (the coast road for ignorants ). Had to stop because of the baby, so I had a little stroll around to pass the time.

And if just confirmed to me again why I am not living in that part of Malaga.

All the shops on that stretch seemed to be catering for Brits. Real Estate Agent, two restaurants, a English butcher, English supermarket, English sports bar, a newsagent selling loads of English papers and magazines (now I know where I can get The Sun, yippee ) and various other places catering for foreigners. I sat down to have a coffee at a place which seemed to only have a menu in English. They served full English breakfast, jacket potatoes, toast etc. and was full of english people on holiday and a lot of them golfing.

After having watched too many socks in sandals I tried to not speak any English so people might not know that El Rubio and I were foreigners too, but I guess the blond hair on both of us was a dead give-away.

At least I now know once again why it is that I am not living down there. but up here in the countryside.