Mihas leaned back against the mountains, facing the sea, all year round, flowers blooming, one after another, never stopping. The town is more like a delicate miniature park, it is said that walking fast, not an hour is enough, but I prefer to spend a few hours, even a few days here, enjoy the tranquility of the place. A snow-white wall with paint powder, with a small building with Spain's unique red tube tiles, layered, scattered, surrounded by green, petted by the sun.