Costa del Sol Spain Holidays

It’s not just beaches

As if the beautiful coast and enormous choice of beach holidays wasn’t enough, depending where you are on the Costa del Sol, it’s just a hop by ferry to Morocco and the exotic world of ancient souks and higgledy-piggledy alleyways of the hidden world of the Medina, the heart of traditional Moroccan life.

If your pleasure lies in rustic landscapes you are only a short ride from the traditional white villages of Andalucia, perhaps a visit to the sherry bodegas of Jerez de la Frontera, or maybe a day out to the ciudad de la alegria, Seville, the city of happiness.

There’s nowhere on God’s green acre that has as many golf courses in as close a proximity as there is on the Costa del Sol – at least not in Europe there isn’t anyway. From the elite Valderrama, ‘the yardstick by which all other golf courses in Europe are measured’, according to one knowledgeable enthusiast, to excellent standards at local council run courses, there is a course for everyone no-matter how handicapped their handicap or slim their wallet. More than fifty, and growing.

You want a beach with buzz and a melange of ages and nationalities? Take yourself to La Fontanella in Marbella. A beach favoured by locals with plenty of chiringuitos (beach bars) serving freshly cooked seafood to drool over? Malága’s La Malagueta is just the place for you.

Whether it’s ‘Diva Devine’ on the sands or bucket, spade and sandcastles with the nippers, you’ll find your beach spot to soak up the sun. And there really is a ‘horses for courses’, because for two weekends in August the beach at Sanlucar de Barrameda becomes a racetrack with the full panoply of spectator stands, bookies pitches, paddocks and winners enclosure taking over the sands.

This may seem a bit of a contradiction in terms as far as the Costa del Sol is concerned, but that doesn’t stop it from being true. When most people mention the resorts on the south coast they think of Torremolinos and its tempestuous bars or Porto Banus and the roar of Lamborghinis driven by blondes with wavy tresses and Fort Knox levels of gold dangling from chains, (and that’s just the men), but there are many delightful villages close to the coast where life is so tranquil that you are happy to turn the lights out at ten at night because you’ve had such a wonderfully lethargic day of doing absolutely nothing at all.