Mijas

I am a bad traveling companion when I feel trapped. There I said it. Knowing this one tiny weakness, my events coordinator has scheduled an outing to Mijas, a small town up in the hills overlooking the coast. It feels like a bit of a stretch but, with the weather still only so-so, it is hands down a better option than flicking through all of the foreign language channels on the TV again, hoping that I’ll find the English one I somehow missed the previous ten times.

Apparently, Mijas is famous for donkey taxis. Walking out of the parking garage, I assumed that, somehow, the locals heard we were coming and knew of my fellow adventurer’s penchant for donkey’s on hilly terrain so made appropriate arrangements. Alas no, this is simply a taxi stand in these parts.

I have to admit, Mijas has a good feel about it. Up in the hills mass construction has yet to arrive and the views are fantastic.

There is also an old, small town bullfighting ring that you can wander through.

Good to see they have reserved seating for me should I ever make it back on game day.

There is also plenty of shopping here (woohoo!) and we manage to find a few souvenirs for the boys before piling back in the car and heading back down to the coast. Overall, a good, relaxing day which, some might say, is what vacation is all about.