Africa, from a distance

Today we attempted to see Africa. Driving to Ojen, a town perched in a gorge, reputed to boast views of the Morrocan coast, we (thanks to Steve, Joan, and Carl's blatant desire for coffee) instead prematurely stopped at a three star eco hotel. From its balcony, we pretended to see Africa through the considerable haze. We left for Mijas, a fancier Santa Cruz, full overly decorated and certainly overburdened burros and their chain smoking drivers who encourage British children to go for rides, leather goods stores of imitation bags, awesome views of the Costa del Sol, and perhaps most importantly, cafes stocked with ice cold Cruzcampo. We came back to swim after stopping at Mercadona (the Spanish safeway) for a night of beers, burgers, and ice tea for Cate.