What happens in Nerja, stays in Nerja

My first ever trip to Granada was set to be a memorable one, having been nearly two years in the pipeline. I flew out on Friday morning and decided to take the bus to nearbyhotspot Nerja rather than explore Granada itself. It was a very pleasant town with the sun shining. There were some really nice flowerpots and a cool roundabout before I found some rocks to stand on. A walk back down the hill took me to the seaside where I found a cool-looking scooter and a flower. The clouds started to roll in but it wouldn't take away the beauty of the main square or some shells that I found. I had some snacks before going to bed in an otherwise uneventful and non-commentworthy day.
After a lazy Saturday morning and a long lunch, I headed back to Granada to meet up with some friends at a bar, who were brimming with joy after winning something called a "cricket match". 
Having been very intrigued as to this strange sounding sport, I headed along to the ground with them to watch. They couldn't manage to get a win in the first game sadly. To top it off, in that game lots of the players got injured and I was asked to play! I was told to run as fast as I could but to make sure I stayed behind the white line, or the umpire would get mad and tell me I had no balls. We lost the second game too, but I had a great time and thought about the possibility of playing some more. I asked the captain if I could join them for the whole tour next time, and he said maybe. I hope he chooses me!