Una Semana en Malaga

We've just returned from another week in Malaga. As ever I still love the city. And this time we were there during feria week which was fascinating. Everyone is on holiday and everyone parties all week. In the morning it is the turn of the more-elderly, more-traditional residents to take part in traditional music and dancing, espcially flamenco. By the afternoon the youngsters have taken over, carrying bottles of wine, meeting their friends, doing impromptu dancing etc. Everyone seems to disappear about 5 pm, presumably for a siesta. Then at around 11pm the party starts again either in the feria ground or in the streets of Malaga. Few are sober by this time, but there is no trouble and those who can still remain upright continue their dancing.

Halfway though the week, we took the train to El Chorro where we stayed overnight. A wonderful retreat. We also paid a visit to the Poseidon Beach, the gay beach, in Torremolinos. And at other times, we took trips to the Malagueta beach and just generally enjoyed wandering round Malaga. Most days we had a menu del dia in one of the local restaurants partly because this is the cheapest way of eating well and partly because it was just a bit too hot in the middle of the day to stay on the beach.

Having an apartment in the centre of Malaga, although small, is wonderful. It is somewhere to retreat to, a quite space for reading or just chilling, and a place where we can keep clothes which allows us to fly out with hand luggage only.

Although A's work interfered a bit (not his fault), it was a good relaxing week. I am looking forward to our return there at the end of September.