Mijas

This past weekend we took a little day trip with our fellow teaching friends Becca and Bradley.  Mijas is about an hour up the coast, and it's a lovely little place, very quaint, that's known for its famous donkey taxis.



(Remember how The Mister hates horses? Donkeys are pretty close to horses. He informed me that they are implicated by association.  So, unfortunately, I was the only one of the two of us who were charmed by the burro taxis.)





The day was chilly and a little hazy, so after we'd walked around the whole town, which took about 45 minutes, we took the only other course available to us: getting a beer and some tapas.  Then we walked around a little more, checked out some caves that we heard about from the tourist information office and found out that they were sort of like very rocky walk-in closets. Not exactly stalactites or any of that.  So we tapas-hopped the rest of the afternoon, which is not a bad way to spend a day.