There's a debate on one of our local Facebook pages - as to whether Mojácar needs yet more Tourism and this for a longer season?
Depressingly, most people say 'yes'.
I can see shop-owners anxious to sell even more made-in-China souvenirs, being keen on the rush of suitably vulgar tourists buying their junk, as they excitedly get on the phone to their supplier for more rubbish, and perhaps the cheaper restaurants like the idea (although most of the trippers get their meals thrown in - literally - at the mega-hotels that bracket our resort). But for the rest of us, those who live rather than work here? What's in it for us?
I often wonder why we don't have a McDonalds (it would drive the other villages wild).
We certainly have too many bars and restaurants, and together with the criminally high rents extorted by the owners, many of them will go bust after the money runs out. A useful tip here: the mojaqueros don't go to any bars or restaurants that aren't owned by their immediate family. So, a sensible town hall would have a limit to bars, restaurants, chiringuitos and so on - perhaps a system of liquor licences.
It's better ten full bars than fifty empty ones. I mean - for the customers as well!
But, the call for extra tourism. Not the type that stays in the guest bedroom, or rents an apartment (frowned on by both the tax authority and of course their pals the hoteliers), but for ever larger numbers to be billeted in the larger establishments wondering why they didn't chose Benidorm this year.
Hoards of visitors clomping stolidly up and down the pavement, looking for another souvenir to acquire.
What on earth is wrong with less but wealthier tourism? Instead of a plastic wrist-band with their name picked out in midget sea-shells, they might go to a boutique - or even buy a house!
We really don't have the room - there's only the one road along the beach, crammed seasonally as we drive up and we drive down: too many vehicles even for the police controls, who work like black spiders, pouncing aimlessly on every fiftieth car...
And now, in the quiet months, no one wants to risk it for a drink in the pueblo, which is sepulchral and bored.
The argument for 'quality tourism' - in a small resort, is obvious, but we would have to improve our game.
If the car park only holds room for ten vehicles - isn't it better that they should be Beemers rather than rusty Ladas?
Huge queues in the summer, gridlock and the shops out of Marmite - who enjoys this? Juana might prefer to sell cartons and crates of cigs to the legions of pasty-faced Brits as they wait in a line, coughing wetly into their handkerchiefs, but are we all here to serve Juana, and doesn't she have enough money yet?
Today, I was awakened once again at 6.00am by the macerator over at the cluster of hotels in the Marina de la Torre (several kilometres away) as it pumped untold hectolitres of poop into the Mediterranean. The process was noisier than usual, and lasted for twenty minutes.
The Parador on the other hand, where the wealthy visitors stay, is quiet.