Vejer de la Frontera has just been recognised as the one of the ten most beautiful towns in Spain. This may be why there are more tourists here than we’ve ever seen. A waiter friend of ours said to us sadly, “…it’s a nightmare”. I smiled. So Spanish, [*sigh, eye-roll* “the crowds in the village, what can you do… ?”]. It’s Vejer with flashy clothes on: people wandering around with brown legs and cameras; winter-closed doors are suddenly cafes with tables on the street; and the police are in the Plaza stopping traffic for a little tourist train to putter around the tiny square. The graffiti Jesus statue on the hill no longer has graffiti. In fact, I think he’s a new improved Jesus all together (gotta spruce up, all this attention). The best thing- the tourists are mainly Spanish (large family groups, dog-walking, fashion-conscious, glamorous). They seem to love the little blue and white train. PK has decided to loath it. It appears everywhere, going round and round the Plaza, outside our house in the narrow street, coming up the hill, tootling along with a loudspeaker with excited Spanish blaring. (!!!!!!!!!) I love it. Here it comes, the little train!