Mijas was very convenient, though, and there was a nearby store where we stocked up on manchego cheese and dozens of bottles of this red wine, a rioja I think, and the name was very grand, like the Duke of rioja. But the bottles were like $2 and we talked about the Duke the whole week. Unfortunately since I was drunk for most of it I don't remember his excellency's name, but maybe one of my fellow travelers will remember. In addition to the shop, there were lots of restaurants for dinner. They weren't bad, although pretty interchangeable, and I think I had paella every night. Mijas also had its own little bullring, the smallest in Spain. They even let Somchai get in the ring and slaughter a few bulls.