the place to relax and enjoy a slower pace. there is not much to "see" or "do" as a tourist which is a blessing. i met so many new friends at the hostel and locally that I felt like I lived there and almost forgot I was on the way to Morocco. the walk along the sea is beautiful and walking circles around the small town. I hear in February there is a crazy Carnavale that I never made it back for.
there is a magical hostel called Quo Qadis that is owned by a cat named Enrique. He's like everyone's favorite wacky uncle. When I was there you could sleep on the roof for 3 or 4 euro.