málaga moments
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It was a whirlwind 30 hours in Málaga and I loved every minute. I drove down with the veo gang (Markus, Joao and Domingo), arriving around 11 in the morning. Spent the rest of the day “taking care of business” until the boys headed back around 7 pm. Then I walked over to my little studio apartment and got settled in, though there wasn’t much to unpack just for overnight. Later I headed out on my own for a solitary tapeo and basically just enjoyed wandering around the old centre at night.
Next morning I met with a twitter friend Victor (@WeLoveMalaga) as he had promised me a walking tour – and we had a great time. Victor is a natural. Charming, informed, passionate about his city. The two hours flew by. We were joined by his friend Tatiana (whose holiday apartment I was staying at) and had a little tapeo lunch (Victor also gives tapas tours) and far too soon it was time for me to pick up my bag and catch the train home as I had my own tapas tour to give. Exhausted? Yep. But it was lots of fun. How’s your weekend going?
You are right, Malaga is a wonderful place to visit. Fortunately, for me, I live 35 minutes away and can visit regularly. It’s magic increases with every walk, every coffee in a cafe, every lunch eaten while watching the world go by. Just let’s not tell too many people about how great because I like it the way it is
Hi Stella and welcome! I can’t wait for the direct AVE Sevilla-Málaga. One hour!
This weekend involved live theater, wine shopping, and trashing my bad leg in the garden. Except for that last, nothing to complain about. Oh, well, there was the annual US fiasco of Daylight Savings Time. So my circadian rhythms are all off. It’s after midnight but my brain still wants it to be barely eleven-thirty. I see there’s a citizen petition to the White House to stop this nonsense.
The really stupid thing is that it doesn’t change on the same day globally. Though if the cats fall for it they won’t wake me up for brekky until “8 o’clock”.