Málaga, Spain (AUGUST 6, 2015)

August 2 to 5, 2015

We were finding the humidity and heat a little oppressive in Córdoba, so we decided to change the route of our Camino Andalucia and spend a few days at the beach in Málaga. 

I had never actually stayed in Mâlaga before. John and I lived down the coast a month or two in Fuengirola. Málaga, however, was the scene of the great 'almost losing Leea' fiasco. We were living in a rented caravana (motor home) at the time. Leea had come to visit us for a couple of weeks. Something had broken on the caravana and we were taking it to a place in Málaga to have it repaired. 

We could not get to the repair shop. We circled round and round. We could see it on the map. We could even see it from the road, but we could not find the right route to actually get to it. We had been going round and round for about an hour when we stopped by the side of the road to look at the map together. During a very pleasant conversation about my navigational skills as compared to John's driving skills, we didn't notice that Leea had stepped outside to smoke a cigarette. After we finished our pleasant discussion John proceeded to drive away. We suddenly heard this banging from the back of the caravana. We thought something had dropped off or was loose. So we stopped. Leea came running up to the window explaining to us in a pleasant and cheerful voice that we almost drove off and left her with no money, no passport, no ID at all in a foreign country and a place where she had no idea where she was. Whoops!

Well, so far I don't think that has been the reason to seek therapy. lol We all calmed down, and after we found the repair shop, it occurred to me what a disaster that could have been. Since we didn't know where we were when we stopped. We had been lost, I'm not sure we could have found her. She had no phone, money or ID and didn't speak Spanish much at all. So we escaped a bullet on that one. 

So over the years people have suggested I should visit Málaga and I've always thought of it as a very busy confusing place. But, Leea and I knew it had a beach and that it was Picasso's birthplace. So, off we went.  

 It was lovely. We spent time at the beach. We walked through a lovely park every day, Leea bought a bathing suit at the Bazaar Chino. We visited the Castille and Alcazaba, both of which were very disappointing after Seville and Córdoba.  

 We also went to the Mercado de Abastos. This is like a farmer's market in the states, but it is indoors, usually in a lovely building. It is open every day until about 2 pm. The vendors have permanent stalls. It's one or two stories and they have meats, fish, olives, and all kinds of things in addition to fresh fruits and vegetables. I just love these  
 

 
 

 
 

After the beach on Wednesday, we caught a bus to Granada. It was a very super plush comfy bus.