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Leaving Agua Amargas, we continued along the coast, skirting all the major towns. We drove along, westerly, now, and just pulled into a smaller beach town, Herradura, got a room, and hit the beach. This time, it was deck chairs, and an ice bucket with a mini bottle of cava, and it stayed hot till about 7. Warmth was becoming a part of our lives, again. That night, we lucked out - the place we had dinner at had an Andalusian dance performance, so we stayed to watch it. At 1st, I was certain that it was just a touristy girly show, but when we got in the back patio to watch it turned out to be the local dance school; 7 girls, from 7 - 17. They were great, and endearing. |