almost perfect trip to andalucia

Thanks to Lonely Planet magazine's 'Perfect trip to Andalucia' feature I'm currently sitting in our hire car watching the wild waves at Bolonia beach in Tarifa, Spain. They weren't joking when they said it's a good spot for windsurfing. The hundreds of wind turbines on the mountainside are a bit of a giveaway. It turns out Port Elizabeth is comparatively not the windy city.
Detouring away from tourist hotspots means our Spanish is improving. We had the lady at Hertz very confused when enquiring whether it was fine to drive the car into Gibraltar. Finally we pointed at the map and realisation dawned: 'Ah, G[guttural]-eee-bral-taaaar!' Basically, we've learned the important stuff like counting to three, hello/goodbye, please/thank-you, wine/beer.
We've explored the famous Alhambra of Granada and sampled Andalucian cuisine. However, the most memorable part of our trip so far must surely be high in the mountains of Las Alpujarras, in the tiny village of Capiliera. We had spent the night in a rustic B&B that afforded the most stunning views of the surrounding landscape. Yet, the most spectacular view was provided by me on the morning of our departure. Having enjoyed a lovely breakfast overlooking the valley we chatted to the friendly owner about his hotel featuring in the aforementioned magazine. I offered to fetch it so that he could look at the article which featured his establishment, Cortijo Catifalargo. On my return I happened to trip on my floor-length dress....my strapless floor-length dress. That's right....in one surreal moment I full-on, baring-one-naked-breast-for-all-to-see, flashed the guy. My reflexes failed me and I was simply not quick enough to stop my bare bosom from making his day. His reassurance that I should not worry as 'eet ees beooteefool and natooral' was of little consolation. Fox looked as shocked as I felt. The owner was incredibly happy to see a photo of his swimming pool featured above a picture of his friend Jean-Claude. Perhaps he was a little happier than he might otherwise have been had I not just given him a free peep-show! Fox and I laughed at my expense all the way down the mountain and it's safe to say that the Tarifan wind has now surely blown any humiliation far away.
As for that dress, it is at the bottom of my suitcase and there is little chance it will be seen again this holiday...if ever.