A brief Spanish respite

I’m sitting on the couch in the house in Oxfordshire looking at photographs taken and listening to audio recorded while we were in Spain last week.

The photographs are brilliant; taken on the beach in Roquettas de Mar just after we’d been zooming around the Go Kart track.  So we’re a little hyper. 🙂

There’s this one:

And there’s this one:

And there’s this one:

On the audio front, I’ve accidentally captured Daughter telling us the disturbing tale of Marta del Castillo.

Marta disappeared from Sevilla in January. After questioning by police Marta’s boyfriend – Miguel – confessed to her murder, saying that he had hit Marta with an ashtray and then, with the help of two of his friends, Javier and Samuel, had thrown her body into the Guadalquivir river.

However, in a second statement Miguel said that they had not thrown her into the river but into a rubbish container near the flat where she was allegedly killed.

A few weeks later Miguel made a different statement and claimed that it was his brother Javier who had killed Marta – and had done so by strangulation.

Daughter is positive she saw Marta on the beach a few weeks ago.

However, spooky tales of disappearance and murder aside, we had a brilliant time in Spain. And it was nice to catch up on cuddles, hugs, giggles and hiccups. Daughter hiccups because I make her laugh so much. 🙂