Most of the holidaymakers who come to Comillas ignore all this Modernista architecture and spend their time sunning themselves on the glorious beach and getting bounced around in the waves.
We ignored the sunbathing and went straight for the waves – being too mean to buy any body boards, we improvised with cheap lilos and rode the pounding surf. A wave was judged to be a good one, if it managed to pull down Anita's by now de-elasticated bikini top and bottoms, and treat the astonished sunbathers to a full moon in the day time.