I am so pleased with and proud of my little travelling companion. Other than complaining a bit when being jostled around in her little carrier bag Morcilla is really taking to being on holiday. I guess because she is so young she doesn’t flip out when introduced to a new dwelling. In fact, it’s quite the opposite! She is suddenly all curious and wants to explore and check out every nook and cranny. She is also quite happy to meet new people. Here she is with my friend Victor (@welovemalaga) who helped me move over to my second holiday apartment this morning.
And so this apartment is a whole new Málaga experience for me. Other than one quick overnight stop in March, I’ve always stayed in the Malagueta, right on the beach. As of today I am in the centre of the old town, just a ten-minute walk to the Malagueta, but I think it will be a nice change having pretty much everything to hand. Don’t get me wrong, I love the beach location. But I’m looking forward to a week living in the centre of Málaga.
I’m also loving this apartment. It’s on a tiny pedestrian street and is all white minimalist, clean lines, with a bright lovely kitchen … and I even have a little terrace off my loft bedroom to enjoy coffee in the morning with my iPad. Take a look. Either on Fede’s webite (he’s the owner) or on his AirBnB page. I met Fede via Twitter – it turns out his brother owns one of my favourite tapas bars in Málaga, Taberna Uvedoble. And he was okay about having Morcilla here, which clinched the deal (hard to find holiday apts that allow pets). Anyhow, both Morcilla and I are all settled in and may not move out… love everything about this place. Though I’m a bit worried that Morcilla might slip and fall through the railing in the bedroom that overlooks the livingroom. But so far she seems to have figured out that she has to be careful. It’s just that sometimes, especially first thing in the morning, she goes totally mental, tearing around the place with reckless abandon. Well, fingers crossed on that one. It’ll be good practice for my stairs back home, which she still hadn’t quite discovered before we left on holiday.
I find myself already wishing I could spend a third week in Málaga. Well, you never know…
My big handsome Sunny was born twenty years ago on August 5th, sometime between 10 and 11 in the morning. I was there and held each kitten in my hands shortly after Lua had cleaned them up. Later when I was trying to decide which kitten to keep for myself (there was a queue of people waiting to take the others) Sunny made the decision for me by being the only kitten to wait by the door when I came home. So doggy. And he stayed very doggy all his life.
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