Follow Beachy to Burriana Beach

Beachy, the playful beach bag, was filled with excitement as he and Mr. and Mrs. Smith headed to Burriana Beach. The sun was shining brightly in the sky as they left their beautiful Villa Royal Nerja and walked the short path down to the lively beach. Beachy loved being a part of all the exciting adventures with the beloved couple.

Upon arriving at Burriana Beach, Beachy felt the sand between his handles and heard the gentle waves crashing on the shore in front of him. He served as a reliable companion, keeping track of their valuables and providing convenience for Mr. and Mrs. Smith. With his colorful design and charm, he attracted admiring glances from other beachgoers.

The beach was bustling with sunbathers enjoying the warm weather and the beautiful view of the Mediterranean Sea and the mountains behind. Beachy lay next to Mr. and Mrs. Smith’s sun loungers, offering a convenient storage space for sunglasses, sunscreen, and books. He was like a faithful companion, always ready to help and keep an eye on their belongings.

While Mr. and Mrs. Smith enjoyed relaxation on the beach, Beachy sat beside them, observing the fun and joyful life around him. He captured some laughter as he heard the children’s joyful screams while they built sandcastles and played with beach balls. He was a silent observer, but his presence contributed to making the beach day even more enjoyable for the couple.

After a relaxing day at Burriana Beach, it was time to pack up and return to Villa Royal Nerja. Beachy was carefully cleaned of sand and rinsed off in the water before being placed back next to Mr. and Mrs. Smith. He was filled with joy and gratitude for being a part of these memorable moments.

Together, they walked back to their beautiful villa with sand between their toes and happiness in their hearts. Beachy knew that there would be more adventures and beach days with Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and he was ready to continue being their reliable companion and spreading joy in their travels.

Get back in the saddle – let´s go for a paddle

Good morning! Another beautiful day to enjoy here in Nerja. I´m Paddly, the paddle bag. I am the structure and the stamina. I could be your personal trainer, as I know a lot about exercise.

Ok, here we go. The first thing you need to do is to decide that you are willing to do the work. Motivation is the key and visualizing where you want to be. No one else does it for you. Then you must make your own routine. It´s easy really. Decide what kind of training you want to do and get out of your bed. Here in Nerja, there are so many things to choose from: Golf, running, different gyms, cross-fit, tennis, swimming, and yoga are a few examples.

Mr and Mrs Smith decides on today’s ventures


While you think we can do some warming up, stand up and raise your arms straight up into the air. Breathe. Now flex… Sorry, I hear Mr. and Mrs. Smith talking. They´ve just woken up. They are also speaking of exercise today.
– But Janet, Mr. Smith says. It is so lovely to take a lazy morning, making it into another one of the lazy days. We can do some workout tomorrow instead

– If you always say “tomorrow” you will never work out. There will never be a better day than today, Janes said.
– Ok. What do you want to do?
– It would be nice to try out the paddle court nearby.
– In paddle, you need to be four.
– We can ask our neighbors Johan and Sofia to join in. It would be nice to get to know them a bit more.
– The tired couple? Do you think they are awake yet?
– If not, they will wake up when I call them.
– Poor people. Let them sleep. And me too.
– No Gary, it’s almost nine. If you go to bed earlier you don’t have to sleep all morning.
– But the nights are so magical in Nerja. I love to sit on the upper terrace and listen to the cicadas.
– And drink local beer.
– Aow, that hurts. I want to live each day to the fullest, you know.
I hear a clattering sound. I think she pats his belly.
– Up we go, the day is already long gone. I will go and call Johan and Sofia.

That’s right Janet. Good on you! Exercise is the way to good health and longevity. And of course, what you eat and drink. Ok, the last words are easy for me, Paddly, as I don´t have to eat nor drink. I am one of the bags that the Smith couple has at their villa in Nerja.
It’s a good choice to let Johan and Sofia join in. You need to be fit when you work as much as he does. He should definitely sleep more, drink less coffee, and play more paddle.

At the paddle court

Finally, here I stand on the bench at Club de Tenis y Padel La Raqueta. It wasn’t easy for poor Mrs. Smith to get Mr. Smith here – he always uses his painful leg as an excuse when he doesn’t want to do a certain thing. But Mrs. Smith found this nice paddle court just 200 m from their house. Then she had to manage to get the tired couple Johan and Sofia out of bed.

Now the game is on and Johan is complaining about missing the balls from the Smiths. He slept so bad last night, he says. Sofia says that they should have had more coffee. Not even the intense blue light of Costa del Sol is enough to get Johan and Sofia awake. After 15 minutes they are all having a nice game. They like it because the rules are simple and it’s easier than tennis as the ball can bounce using the walls.

Learn paddle from the best


While you are in Nerja you might want to learn paddle from those who are trainers. In Nerja there is Sebastian at Padel Nerja and he is located at Hotel Parador.

Rio Chillar – a walk on water

From Sacky´s point of view

Is that Gary´s voice? I´m the only one that calls him that, except Mrs. S, Janet I mean. Everybody says Mr. S nowadays. He is getting old, like me. But he is not shabby like I´ve become. Doesn´t hear or see as bad. I remember when he got me. He was five and about to start school. He was so happy and so was I. We really liked each other. He carried me and me, his schoolbooks. We were a great team, from the first day until he started year 5. Then he thought I was a bit too uncool. Put me away in a closet. But he kept me. I´m still around, even though he never takes me with him. He wants me as a souvenir from the past I guess.

Today Gary and Janet are going to Rio Chillar. I´ve just heard about it. Carrie, Gary´s new backpack, is happy. She loves adventures. We´ve been arguing a lot. Since the trip to the caves, she has become friendly to me the other week and told me all about it.
Now Gary is appearing. He reaches out for Carrie but freezes in his motion. Looks at me, on the lowest bolsa-hook, and I think I can see a touching glance in his eyes. Yes, he actually picks me up.
– My old backpack, he says. Will you join me on this adventure?
If he only could hear my thousand yes´s! The team reunited!

I sit in the backseat instead of the trunk. It´s nicer and I can hear what they talk about. Janet says that they could have walked instead of taking the car. It´s only 1,5 km to the river. River? So they are going for a swim? I thought they were going for a walk.

It turns out that it is both (kind of). It is a walk but in the river. The water is so low that you only get your feet (and sometimes your knees) wet. Well, I don´t need to bother 😊. I cling on to Gary. It´s quite an easy walk, even though the ground sometimes is bumpy and you don´t always see where you put your feet in the water. There are often rock walls on both sides of us. They form an alley and provide shades. The exotic vegetation together with the sound of hundreds of birds makes you feel that you are a part of nature. Vado de Los Patos is a marvelous spot where the water forms a pond and there is also a waterfall. Gary and Janet stop for a swim. It looks nice and cool. In some places, the water runs fast, in other places it´s slow. Like now. The rippling tone of the slow running water is so calming. I feel like I´m young again. All problems are gone. I´m getting used again. Gary´s backpack. As it was meant to be.

Now it´s the very last bit on the walk back. Then the bottom in me bursts. All things that I carry fall out into the river. Gary cries in anger. Swearing about his old useless bag. Janet and Gary get help from other walkers collecting all stuff, and someone gives Gary a plastic bag to put the things in. I feel ashamed. I feel Old. Can they repair me? Will they repair me?

On the way back to the car Gary stops in front of a trashcan.
– Are you sure that we can´t fix him, Janet? He is very dear to me.
– He´s too old and shabby, says Janet. Let him go, Gary.
– OK. Goodbye Sacky, he says. Thanks for everything.
Then he squeezes me into the trashcan and all goes dark around me.

How sad a story is when someone dies.
Even when he is tacky.
Back home in Nerja every bolsa cries.
Here ends the tale of Sacky.