I stood happily ankle-to-hip–deep in water (that unpredictable surf) while I took pictures. San Geraldo stayed dry but within shouting distance. We were tired and blissful when we walked home hours later. The Virgin and her entourage continued through Fuengirola. for another hour (or more) and the partying on the street below continued into the wee hours of the morning.
From our terrace
|ON THEIR SHOULDERS.|
Onto the beach
|THIS FAMILY OF THREE STOLE OUR HEARTS.|
THEY STOOD LIKE THAT THROUGH THE ENTIRE SHOW.