Nerja and Torrox

We stayed in Almunicar for 3 days then went to Nerja. Nerja is a rather large town. Half is down by the sea and the other half is further up. Beach feel then city feel. Nerja is weird though. We're surrounded by all English speaking people. Everyone is mostly from the United Kingdom. They all are on holiday (vacation). Most of them have houses or flats here and spend half their time here and half their time back at home. It's all people in their 60's and the other people are in their 40's and rich. There's a lot of big fancy hotels along the coast and restaurants. Definitely a tourists town to come and lay in the sun at your hotel behind glass. The beach is mostly cliffs with great lookout points. Nijar is made up of small coves right by each other. Each cove has buskers of all kinds. We've seen more buskers here than anywhere else. They all have their spots. Each one is courteous of the other one. They all do 10 to 20 minute sets. Neat seeing other musicians. I do say though, none of them are as good as Joe and Chris. I'm not saying that just cause I know them, but they bring fun times. Other buskers are quiet and have frowns on their face. They even sing American songs but not in a good way.
We did the market here and it was great. It was sunny and hot. Everyone loved the music since everyone speaks English and we sold some art. We had a record day. Once we do the market, people come up to us all over town and make conversations. People are always interested in our travelling stories. Some more curious than others. With our giant packs on our bicycles, we stick out any who, and it opens up conversations. People buy us beer n cafés and ask for us to join them just to hear our stories. Everyone is welcoming of us.
We rode a flat ride to Torrox since we heard there was a market. Torrox pretty much consists of 2 main roads. The boardwalk and a main strip that is a tad up from the beach. A lot of beach bars n restaurants but nothing special. We pitched our tents in a grassy knoll just below the motor homers. There's plenty of spots all along the coast of Spain to camp for free with a r.v. We usually don't camp next to them since we like our own space. In this case there wasn't anywhere else to camp in Torrox. Luckily it was right next to a skatepark so Seth got to get some skate time in. He still has the moves.
After we made ourselves dinner a lady came by and gave us hot tea and biscuits (cookies). She's from Germany. It made our night since it was a chilly evening. So sweet of her. We gave her a hand made card that Joe made. People are a surprise sometimes.
I was up all night tossing and turning for my stomach was upset. I threw up in the morning after no sleep and had a huge headache. I felt horrible. Everyone else felt fine. We tried to go play the market but the layout of it sucked. The market was set on a road with no room to spare. People were cramped in with walking their dogs and baby strollers toppling over each other. We skipped the market in the end. I was glad since I still didn't feel good. We found a patch of grass so I tried to fall asleep but the wind was chilling me to my bones. Let alone people could see me lying down and that's the last thing I wanted to be around, people. I wanted to curl up into a ball and be alone in my tent to wait out my sickness. Its the worst feeling wanting to hide from society and can't. You can't just pitch a tent up in the middle of the day here, for camping is prohibited in Spain.
We all decided to ride and find a spot to chill out in and camp but that spot wasn't in Torrox.
We rode against the wind as I was shivering the whole time barely making it. I broke down crying but I knew we had to keep going to find a spot. We rode 15km. or so to the next few towns and finally found a spot along a river with some trees around. At last I got to hang my hammock up, cozy into my sleeping bag, and pass out. I had a 102 Fahrenheit temperature by that time. I barely ate dinner and still exhausted. To me, its the worst part of travelling is if you get sick. I sweated it out over night and woke up drenched but feeling a little bit better. I could tell my fever was gone. I slept in a tad but was rushed to go since we had a Airbnb waiting for us. Still not feeling that well I quickly packed up and got on the bike expecting to go 3km. over, 3km. up a mountain. We went 6 km. over and tons of kilometers up a mountain and got lost. With no cell reception, no food in my belly, lost, and then of course it started to rain. The guy for the Airbnb didn't even give us the exact address. Finally we got cell reception and ahold of the guy and he was upset that we didn't meet him at the time we had set up. He only spoke Spanish and we couldn't explain how we got lost in exact words. We finally got the address but he wouldn't be able to meet us for 2 more hours. We pushed our bikes
in pain, agony, and misery, in the super wind and rain up a steep hill. We sat at his property under cover until he let us in.
The place had a spectacular view. It was nice inside. A big reason we booked it was that it said it came with a washer and drier. The guy handed me a bucket to hand wash. That would of been okay if it wasn't pouring outside. Our laundry wouldn't have time to dry. I still didn't feel all that good but I had lots of catching up to do. I scrubbed down my plate, cup, utensils, cooking  pan, coffee maker, and the rest of our camping gear. I like a clean start when we take off from an Airbnb. I did my catch up work, took a hot lovely shower and went to bed.