When I was 13 years old, my parents took my three sisters, our dog, and me on a 6-month adventure traveling through Europe in an old VW minibus.
After arriving in England in February of 1972, we headed straight for southern Spain, and had the fortune to find a charming original farmhouse on the side of a mountain near Almunecar. We stayed in “Casa Francisca” for 3 months, learned Spanish, and even went to the local school. In the evenings as the setting sun cast a warm purple glow on the mountains, we would play guitar and sing. And later we would watch the fishing boat lights bobbing on the dark and distant Mediterranean sea, the night sky filled with stars. This past April I returned to Almunecar with my two university-aged daughters and my Mom, who is now 78. Imagine our delight when we discovered that the villa we rented this time was directly above Casa Francisca! We met the owners who gave us a tour and invited us to return one day for a holiday. But we won’t wait 41 years next time!