Caves and driving 101

Yesterday we took a day-trip to the neighboring city of Malaga, about an hour west of Nerja, where we visited another Picasso Museum. Malaga is actually the town where Pablo was born and raised. He lived there until he was nineteen. We both agreed that we liked the museum in Barcelona better, but we acknowledge that this is probably because we had a Rick Steves book in hand for that visit, which is always quite helpful (and highly recommended) and provides good insight into some of the artwork. Anyway, Malaga is also the city we will be flying out from this Friday so, mostly to calm Sarah's nerves, we did a drive by of the airport just to be sure we know how to get there and where to return the rental car.

Later in the evening, Sarah worked up enough courage to teach Aimee how to drive a stick shift. What better car to practice on than a rental, right? It was difficult to find a stretch of land that was both straight and unoccupied by other vespas and tiny little cars zooming by. The best we could find had a slight incline. Naturally, she did better on the downhill than the uphill. But, she actually got the hang of it rather quickly. Must have been a good teacher. We will be moving onto shifting into second soon.

Today, we visited the "Cuevas de Nerja". Apparently, in the 1960s some local teenagers discovered massive underground caves that stretch for kilometers. Since then, the caves have become a main tourist attraction for this little town and have even made it into the Guiness Book of World Records. It was cool, both literally and figuratively, to be in something millions of years old underneath the Earth's surface.

After an afternoon siesta, we finally made our way down to the beach. The waters of the Mediterranean are cold, but felt refreshing in that heat we have been experiencing. The shores are lined with tiny little rocks. Ouch! One can tell the tourists from the locals by watching them hop up and down as the walk along the waters edge. Lol.

Finally, tonight Aimee learned the fine art of making a crepe, even though we are not in France anymore. Lol. Actually, we bought a mix which we just added water to and, voila, delicious crepes in three minutes.

Tomorrow is our final day in the Paradise of the Costa del Sol before heading north to London for our last night in Europe.