Nerja - One of Spain's Beach Resort Towns

Check out the dramatic crashing wave on those rocks.

We breathed sighs of relief as we arrived in our campsite outside of Nerja on a Sunday afternoon.  Many of the campers at Aula de Naturaleza were contentedly sitting in the sun reading surrounded by avocado trees and flowers more like a botanical garden than your typical campsite. We were told it was a ten minute walk into town and it felt like the perfect place to slow down and take a vacation from our vacation. Tough life, right? 

Menu del dia: soups, mains, dessert, and wine for 10 euros.

The walk in was more like 25 minutes but we found a beachside restaurant and sipped sangria while listening to the waves crash against the shore. Ahhhhh. 

Later we found a small open store. It was half groceries (many British foods) and the other half booze - which later proved to be true of many stores. We strolled the town then headed back to camp. That night we unfolded our folding bikes for the first time on this trip and rode into town (uphill and on seriously under-inflated tires) for a very nice meal. The ride back was downhill and in the dark but there was a bike lane on this side of the road (as opposed to none of the other side??) so it felt relatively safe.

Here are our photos

The next day we visited the Nerja cave and the museum which was very well explained in English and described the history of the area and cave habitation/art/burials.

Wiki's Caves_of_Nerja link

While here, we heard many people from the British isles as well as some from Ireland.

We ate a seafood dinner in town that night and visited the Irish Harp where Dermot had a pint and listened to the musicians (who were good) and the loudly singing patrons (who were not) as I nipped out for a delicious gelato. 

The next day we did laundry, had late lunch of paella and sangria in a beachside restaurant, walked on the beach and relaxed a bit. I could really see the draw for people to buy a condo and return every year!

Next stop: Ronda.