Friday 15th March 2013

A prompt start, to get to Antequera by 10.30 as it takes 1 1/2 hours to get there, and had to pack for lunch to keep the tribe happy too.

We met Steve, a Canadian guy who had lived in the area for 13years.  Basically, we weren't going to find, or he didn't have any properties that would tick alot of our boxes.  But did suggest we try along the East Coast of Malaga as  the property market was more Boyant there and you were less likely to see Tatooed Brits in the Summer.  There would be more British people with second homes wanting to sell and downsize or move back to the UK.

Well not quite what we wanted to hear, no harm in looking though.  Although I wasn't keen, as to me coast mean't built up areas - El Dorado here we come.  However, it just a process.  So off we sped with no time to lose as it was going to take 2 hours and getting close to lunch time.

Well the mama was right, once again, and my feelings didn't change about the terrain it was more mountainous as the only flat areas were on the immediate coast for about 15 mins inland only, and found numerous retired people - a little bit like what Eastbourne was like some ten years ago.  But sometimes you gotta put in the leg work as a process of elimination and confirmation.  Paul however, was happy just to be in Spain and live anyway as long as we were together as a family and had outdoor space.  But I need the countryside as there would be a higher chance of horse riding with the open spaces.  Paul and I had had several discussions regarding area, sometimes quite heated on my part, but we agreed to try and keep our options open.

One of the first stops was at Banajarafe which was quite a pretty town, and very much like Eastbourne with the British Retirees.  But the sun was shining so we ate on the promenade and then went for a little stroll on the beach before driving back later that evening.

Almost home and just the usual 2km stretch of winding roads up in the mountains, when we came across a little wild rabbit hopping infront of us, zig zagging as he went.  So we slowed down in the hope that he would hop off into the bushes, but no the silly little things was following the beam of the headlights!  We must have travelled almost 1/2 mile and he was still infront, we tried stopping and turning down the lights, but no he persisted in zig zag hopping in front of us, with the odd hippity jump - we were sure he would collapse with the distance we had gone. 

Finally, we came to a small fork in the road, so Paul stopped again and dipped the lights.  At last !Adios mi Amigo! he went up the right hand fork.

A small bit of excitement after a tiring day!