Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger

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After our big hill on Sunday everyone was looking for an easy day yesterday, so we just rode up the coast to Torremolinos for a leisurely lunch.  This is the joy of fixed-base cycling, with no obligation to be somewhere new at the end of each day.

Torremolinos, for me, is synonymous with Brits in Spain....and it lived up to my mental image.  As you approach the town you pass large parking lots full of people 'living the dream'....though it is a mystery why their dream is to live in a tin box in a dirt car park 6 inches from their neighbouring dream-liver.  Then comes a long strip of Guinness pubs, cafes offering full English breakfast, and lots of hotels.  We found a passable beachfront restaurant and ate our lunch overlooking a British couple who were busy playing the version of scrabble where rude words score extra.  She knew some real zingers!

After such a leisurely day we were obviously hungry so struck out in search of dinner.  Initially we aimed for a well-rated Turkish place but when we got there it was closed...despite Goggle claiming it was currently busier than usual!  Eventually we found a place in the old town where they did an excellent rib-eye and the dearest beer in Spain (1 euro less than a Pina Colada since you ask).  A 'medium' ribeye came out bleeding profusely over the plate so presumably a 'rare' would have still been mooing.

Today we revisited one of our earlier rides.  The scenery is excellent, and the route is slightly less obscenely hilly than many so we got our finger out and did a very nice 55 mile, 4500 feet ride.  To my astonishment I found it easier than the first time, despite the miles accumulated in between.  A big aim for this trip was to finally build some post long Covid fitness and it looks like it might actually be happening 😀

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