And French women bathe topless on the sandy beaches. And no, we don't have photographs. We're convinced that their high circulation is simply because on every weekday, every hotel guest in the United States gets a free copy. It's a beach. There's sand, and water.
People sit on the sand and swim in the water.
Alex had a good time sitting on the deck outside his tenth floor hotel room, burying his mother's feet in the sand, looking at the many stray cats and dogs that are here and everywhere else in Spain, digging with his shovel, running around, and looking at the various sand sculptures. After enjoying a pleasant day and a half in Torremolinos, Alex and his parents bid farewell to the Mediterrean Sea, and headed north and east to the medieval city of C rdoba . Above left, Alexander and his father stroll through downtown Torremolinos. At right, Alex runs along the beach, under the watchful eye of his bodyguard. Many sand sculptors ply their trade along the beach in Torremolinos.