Semana Santa, Rota, it says. My kids did not build this one. We prefer the drama of being closer to the water, as you will see. Can you see the little cloud of fog? It followed us around all day, from the boat channel two blocks from our house, on the 20-minute drive from El Puerto to Rota, and then here.
The creepy cloud is here too, though it appears to be a normal cloud.
You can tell we are really worried about being overtaken on the sunny boardwalk.
Different day, different beach, but we did not get tired of digging in this fabulous sand.
The boys are valiantly shoring up the defenses.
But it is a lost cause.
Wyatt was very disappointed, but we rallied him with promises of food.
Specifically, we promised him shrimp with garlic. We crammed in here and snagged the one table for three of us and waited. And waited. It comes in a clay pot like the saucer under a red clay flower pot, sizzling hot, with lots of yummy sauce to dip the bread in. It was worth it.
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