My father does not know he is in Cancelada.
My mother says dinner is fun and the boats are big in Puerto Banús.
We are taking him to a hospital in Estepona.
Reservations for lunch await in a white restaurant in Mijas.
He fell last night in Ronda.
We must be patient; the doctor lives in Málaga.
A 24-hour pharmacy is open in San Pedro.
The greetings we’d send are ash in Marbella.
Gibraltar is closed anyway.