Which we now know, is most likely the Spanish equivalent of Brighton ( coastal home to the gay community ), its a very pretty old town and a superb beach front, but maybe not somewhere to take the old (straight) folk for a stroll , as the gay thing is very much in the open and in your face - literally.
We spent the day wandering the old town streets, mooching in the multitude of arts and crafts shops and sitting in the cafes watching life go by , sitting on the sea front and a meal in an Italian - very nice too.
we had a bit of a transport malfunction getting home, Andreas dad and myself got to the train platform ahead of the pram pushing youngsters and we jumped onto the train, I stood in the door way to hold up the departure, whilst the train driver waved his arms and blew the trains horn .... basically get in or get off
Not being able to get Andreas dad back off, I had to step in and watch the others as they arrived on the platform just in time to see us wave them a fond farewell... OOPS !
Heres the happier time earlier in the day , when we were all together :-)