Another beach day. This time we went to Fuengirola because it was so pleasant there Monday. There were soft-cushioned lounges and palapas -- no charge this time.
Lunch at a beach bar. I had my usual: bocadillos de queso y una cervesa (a french roll with white cheese and a beer. Awesome. I could live on it.
I got pretty sunburned, so when Mom, Dad and Kenny wanted to go to Mijas (a village up the mountain from us), I opted to stay home, and so did Bocci. We took long hot showers -- a real luxury after sponge baths. I got some sun on my legs on the patio, and generally kicked back.
When they got back we drove to Fuengirola to meet Javier. He was still at work at 9:00 p.m., typical for Spain because they take a 2-3 hour lunch. He -- in silk clothes -- led us on his motorcycle down the street to a building his family owns, also right across the street from the beach. The bottom floor is a seafood restaurant they rent out. Guillermo designed the interior of the restaurant.
Guillermo joined us and we ate on the patio. We were almost the only customers, plus we were V.I.P.s because we were with the building owners.
The service was excellent, and the food was, too. Guillermo ordered for all of us -- lots of fried hot appetizers, all typical dishes of southern Spain. The main course consisted of two whole dorado fish baked in salt. They totally bury the fish in salt, then when they bring it to the table in a shallow wooden box, the waiter scrapes the salt off, skins the fish, and lifts the meat off the bones. The salt helps the fish retain its moisture, but the meat doesn’t taste salty at all. We drizzled a garlic-infused olive oil over the fish. The dorado alone was about $150.00 for seven people; the whole meal came to about $280.00.
Javier kept the wine coming. We must have killed four bottles of white wine. We all had postre, of course, though I’m not sure how we found the room. I had arroz con leche (very sweet rice pudding).
The waiter brought out three bottles of aperitif; one was anise-flavored, one cinnamon, one manzana (apple). Very good.
The conversation was lively the whole evening. Javier is very funny and enjoyed joking with Ken a lot. I was surprised to find out he’s only 25. Guillermo is a little more quiet but also fun. He’s also very successful for his age (probably close to 30). Not only is he an architect, but he’s also an elected city planner, which draws a good salary. Two young guys at the tops of their games.
After dinner they took us on a tour of the restaurant, then up to the top floor of the building (the Portonovo) to see Guillermo’s apartment. He designed it himself -- fantastic views of the city out the kitchen windows; views of the harbor out the living room window, and the patio in the back has a panoramic view of the mountains. But from the patio an iron spiral staircase leads to the roof, where you can get a 360-degree view of all of it. I was so jealous. I could live there, I think.
We got the car stuck when we parked; one wheel went into a “hole” that turned out to be the edge of a cliff. We pushed it out okay (thank heavens for front wheel drive). I’m glad we were staying at Club Riviera; anyone who saw us pushing the car at 1:30 a.m. thought we were Brits and not Americans.