Malaga

Parking was impossible. We ended up finding a spot on the corner of a roundabout. The walk into town didn’t encourage me to think the van was safe either. We made our way into the more tourist visited area and it cleaned up nicely. The major square was really nice, filled with many tourists all of which were taking photos of the huge Christmas ornaments. The lady in the tourist office was the least helpful yet. She did provide us with a list of campsites in the area and suggested we try the internet to learn about them. We found an internet café not too far away and researched what we could. We narrowed our list of campsites down to 3 campsites, but decided on going with our instincts and to head to the one that didn’t have a website. We arrived in Fuengriola late in the evening. The campsite (mentioned in our camping guide) that we had chosen way back in France turned out to be closed when we arrived at the gates. The sign said it had closed in 2005 and our camping book was published, apparently just before it shut down. This is the second time this camping book has led us to a non-existent campsite. The first time was in Bruges, Belgium where it turned into a movie theater.