I have visited many places in Spain, including the islands of Majorca, Fuerteventura, Gran Canaria and several trips to Lanzarote. In 2003, we undertook a backpacking trip utilising the staggeringly efficient trains (like most of Europe!) starting in Seville, a city that we aim to revisit one day. We then gravitated northwards to Madrid, Zaragoza and Barcelona.
About ten years ago we obtained a large villa in San Pedro and jetted off with all Gill’s family, making a grand total of thirteen of us. There were challenges in booking restaurants on the nights we decided to eat out as in some smaller places we took up half of the establishment! There was a pool table in situ and an epic doubles match ensued, with the final nights play live on Sky Sports! The youngest brother-in-law Phil and I eventually triumphed 17-15 after a titanic battle.
There was a coastal path from there which weaved you through to the town of Marbella where the ‘beautiful’ people lived! Millie Bobby Brown of Stranger things fame was born there, while Rick Parfitt lived there for many years as did actor Mike Reid. Thinking of Mr Reid, his Eastenders stint doesn’t come to mind, but what I recall most fondly is his presentation of the children’s TV programme Runaround, with his cockney catchphrase ‘Runaround Naahh’!

Mike Reid on Runaround. Image Credit dailyrecord.co.uk
In 2016, Gill and I stayed in Torremuelle, which is situated between Malaga and Fuengirola. There is a superbly handy train that runs between those two towns, and I can proudly say in the entire fifteen days we were away; we did not catch one single taxi as we walked or used the trains each day benefitting from the fact that there is also a stop at the airport. Remarkably though we didn’t manage to witness any music on that trip but enjoyed the culmination of the Euro 2016 football tournament and Andy Murray winning his second Wimbledon.
In August 2019 we had a cheeky week away with Gill’s sister and brother-in-law in Marbesa which is located close to the areas above and is within the Costa Del Sol enclave. There were a plethora of resorts nearby including Cabopino Beach were using old vernacular the ‘lucky lucky’ chaps endeavour to sell you their wares including one who had an original sales pitch by stating that the products were ‘genuine genuine fakes’!
One logistic problem we identified en arrival was the dearth of a local supermarket, so there were daily trogs of a mile each way, the out route obviously being up a steep hill in blistering sunshine, the upside being that it kept us fit with weights training of hauling the bottled water back to base!
There was a smattering of restaurants on the seafront nearby with the centrepiece being Marbesa Simbad Restaurant & Beach Bar where we had a couple of meals and imbibed several cold ones. The restaurant has apparently been there for over 25 years but some of the recent reviews suggest it has now lost its way. On one of our visits there was a Kylie Minogue tribute act playing, though she was admittedly a very pale imitation and from the non-Australian city of Cardiff.

Marbesa Simbad bar. Image Credit vitadent-clinic.com
In late summer 2025 we headed away again with the same group, this time to Calpe, which is located in the Marina Alta beyond Benidorm, and we travelled in via Alicante airport. Their economy is based primarily on tourism and fishing and imperiously overlooking the resort is the Northern Rock signifying the start of the Penyal d’Ifac Natural Park. Apparently from the top vantage point you see as far as Ibiza.
It reminds me a little of pictures of the Rock of Gibraltar, but more so its resemblance to the alien artefact that Richard Dreyfuss constructed out of mashed potato in the Steven Spielberg Close Encounters of the Third Kind movie.

Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters. Image Credit ar.inspiredpencil.com
There was a restaurant near the hotel called Calpe El Chiringuito where we saw a chap called Pedro playing and adjacent to there was the large Calpe Unusual Hotel where on a pop up stage, we saw Beko performing. Even nearer to the hotel was Calpe Rocce Club where we witnessed an artist with the unoriginal name of Party Singer.
Behind the resort a sharp incline took you up to the old town where there was located a plethora of places to eat and which had more ambience and atmosphere than the seafront area. At an open-air establishment named Calpe Los Dos Canones Raul was providing some acoustic tuneage. Down another winding alley from there brought you to Calpe Restaurant Con Alba where we saw Rafa performing.


