On our Andalusia trip three weeks ago, rather than snapping away at the region’s dramatic landscapes, outstanding culinary delights and splendid beaches, Maria decided to turn
her camera on me instead.
I was totally oblivious to her surreptitious mission to capture my hunchback poses and contorted grimacing until it was all over.
Here is what she sent me:
Cornering a defenceless dessert in a tapas restaurant. If only I could muster that degree of concentration while I was doing the work I’m actually paid to do …
These were taken in sunny Cádiz:
The seagull played hard to get. Every time I’d lock it into focus, the blasted bird would hop an inch further away from me. I’m guessing the Medusa hair didn’t help…
Flowers can’t escape. But don’t these damn things shake, rattle and roll in a stiff seaside breeze!
At least a cathedral can be trusted to remain steadfast.
There’s nothing like getting your lens splashed with murky salt water…
Those trees are amazing.
A pic from Algeciras beach, with Paula (Maria’s sister) and her happy, bouncy, delightful dogs:
Am too busy for jollities. I’m homing in on Gibraltar…
And here we are, on Gibraltar:
No wonder the monkeys dashed off in a wild panic earlier on, I must have given them the same scary look…!
The last two pics originate from the little mountain top village of Castellar:
Cute village lane
I do love a handsome orange tree 🙂
So, has anyone played candid camera on you recently? And are you still talking to them…?