Dicks Beach
The closer we get to the end of our Spain adventure the more it feels like we should take the foot off the gas a little and just enjoy having no responsibilities. Today is that day and our destination is a spot just a few miles down the coast where Google tells us there is a great beach that is a throwback to Marbella before the condos came. Sounds good to me.
We park at a small marina and just a few steps south is exactly what we’ve been promised. Ahead of us is calm, open ocean with empty beach as far as we can see in either direction.
A few more degress of temperature would be the cherry on top, but we’re plenty content enough just listening to the waves, knocking of a few chapters on the Kindle, and partaking of a few well-deserved catnaps.
To the north of the marina, there is another beach and, after a bite we decide to check that one out. It is quite a bit busier, with a handful of restaurants, a massage place or two, and some live, albeit mediocre, music. This beach also stretches on for quite a ways, with a large area of dunes keeping the builders well back from the water’s edge. All in all, a nice place for a walk.
Now it turns out that dunes provide all kinds of natural depressions where you can lay out a towel, protected from the wind and blowing sand. All the more important here as these particular dunes are populated by people with sensitive crevices otherwise unprotected. It gives new meaning to the phrase “sun’s out, gun’s out”.
My fellow adventurer, not far removed from a spiritual pilgimage is aghast. “Nobody wants to see other people’s junk!” she says, and proceeds to describe exactly what was offensive about each piece on display. And yes, if you are standing naked at the top of a dune with both of your arms behind your head, it’s a display.
Of course going north means we have to go back south the return to our car and I think we may be getting close to our step count limit as the rest of the teams seems to have slowed down considerably. Not far now though, just past these dunes.