\nThis is my little girl Monica, who is not so little anymore:
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![\"3583\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42.jpg\")
<\/p>\nAlternate 1<\/em> Alternate 2<\/em> Alternate 3<\/em> Alternate 4<\/em> Alternate 5<\/em> Alternate 6<\/em> Alternate 7<\/em> Alternate 8<\/em> Alternate 9<\/em> Last week, I had my wife and daughter with me here in Alicante until Thursday morning. After the rains at the beginning of their visit, normal service was resumed and the sun came out on Saturday and Sunday. We spent a few pleasant days showing our daughter around Alicante (this was her first visit here) […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":60,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/106"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=106"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/106\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/60"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=106"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe alternates<\/strong>:<\/p>\n
\nWe walked on the beach at El Campello. The rain had carved mini-canyons in the sand:
\n![\"3568\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42alt1.jpg\")
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\nThe rain of the previous days was still in evidence, severely reducing the size of this parking lot:
\n![\"3580\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42alt2.jpg\")
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\nOn Sunday, we drove inland, to Jijona, the town where the famous Turron de Alicante is produced. On the way, we admired the arid landscape:
\n![\"3599\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42alt3.jpg\")
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\nFor some reason, some trees are painted blue. We have no idea why:
\n![\"3598\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42alt4.jpg\")
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\nOn the way back to Alicante, we stopped for lunch at a restaurant frequented by locals only in the small town of Muxtamiel. Monica discovered to her delight that the fish soup actually had serious seafood in it:
\n![\"3614\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42alt5.jpg\")
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\nOn Wednesday afternoon, we had a late lunch at El Paraiso Cubano, a small family-owned restaurant that my wife and I “discovered” during our first house-hunting trip in August. The owner treats us like old friends:
\n![\"A170962\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42alt6.jpg\")
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\nThis is what a salad should look like:
\n![\"A170965\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42alt7.jpg\")
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\nAnd this is the lunch menu. The prices are low, the food excellent:
\n![\"A170973\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42alt8.jpg\")
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\nIn the evening, we went for a walk in the centre of Alicante, enjoying the warm evening, a pint of Guiness and sights like this:
\n![\"3626\"](\"uploads\/2007\/42alt9.jpg\")
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