Are we there yet?

The days are ticking by pretty quickly now. It seems like a lifetime ago that we were grinding our way through the forests of Galicia, and even longer since we stared down at the old town from the turret atop the castle in Segovia. We have packed a lot into a fairly short period of time, but we know that time is soon coming to an end.

This is our last day in Marbella and we decide to take advantage of one final sunny day to walk down the beach.

Part way, we come across a long stretch of sand dunes that look deserted. To be sure, my trusty sidekick sends me up to see if I can flush anything out. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your perspective) just a few birds emerge from the tall grass.

By this point we’ve covered a fair amount of distance and, as if on cue, come upon a small beach bar, the perfect place to rest a bit and enjoy a couple of cool ones.

The beach goes on for miles and, for some reason, things to me seem closer than they are. Rather than returning to our hotel where there is little to choose from, I come up with a grand plan to continue on into the main town of Marbella, arriving just in time for a nice lunch.

16,000 steps is still the death zone for my experienced pilgirm, particularly without Stickey and L’il Stickey to help her along. Town ends up being closer to 20,000, but for the last 4,000 I only hear words of encouragement. I think they were “Let’s go, Chad”, but I can’t say for sure.

Was it all worth it, you ask? Three words – six coil churro.