Malaga, Spain: Waterfront and Malagueta Beach

Since I have to try to stay out of the sun and Kirk loves the beach, the compromise is we head to tbe water in the evening.  We check out the Roman amphitheatre and cut through a beautiful park to stay in the cool of the shade.  Crossing over, we realize we are at the Malaga Cruise Terminal.  We also see a line of booths lining both sides of the walkway.  For the months of September and October, they have this marketplace. 

We wandered through this gammit of booths that went on for 200 yards. I did pause a couple of times to look at some cute baby things for my new granddaughter, due any day now.  I also saw some cute things for my girls… but when you spent the better part of a year getting rid of stuff, and you’re living out of a backpack, you learn to shop mentally. 

As we turned down towards the lighthouse, we noticed the fish jumping. We kind of wished we had a pole. A pretty good size Mediterranean Ferry cruised in to the port. The sun was setting, so we headed on to the beach.  Malagueta Beach looked like it would be a pretty happening place during the day, with cabanas, chairs, etc. for rent and the beach offering a selection of food and beverage venders all along the way.

On our way back home, we passed by the bull ring where they held a big event just a week ago.  It is late now, so we jump in a cab and head home. Tomorrow is moving day, so we have laundry and packing to do.  Milan, here we come!

Malaga, Spain: Exploring the Historic Center

Our apartment in Malaga is wonderful and relaxing.  It is raining for the first couple of days which allow us to rest and do some adulting stuff.  It is also located in a residential area close to, but not in the tourist type attractions, so we stick to our hood for a couple of days.  I felt totally comfortable going to the markets alone, even in the dark.  In the morning, I would go get fresh bread, fruit, and vegetables for whatever I felt compelled to cook for lunch and dinner. I made friends with the butcher, “dos pechuga de pollo filetes, por favor” – never sure about my attempts, but I got two boneless breasts of chicken fileted just the way I wanted! “Perfecto! Muchos gracias!” Kirk and I actually felt like we got to play house on this adventure.

The rain stopped and it was time to explore the hood.  Also, now that it is not raining, we can utilize our beautiful terrace.  We are right next door to the the Santuario de Santa Maria la Victoria, which is a stop on the hop on hop off bus.  From our terrace looking up from above the church, on the top of the mountain, you can see the Castillo de Gibralfaro, dating back to the 10th Century. We are just up the street from the Alcazaba, which means citadel in Arabic and the Centro Historico, filled with passages opening up in to plazas filled with statues, fountains, cafes and colorful people.

We wound around through the Historic Center and across the river (dry, for the most part), crossing one bridge and then back across another.  Malaga also has a great cathedral, but it was closed to tourists for a couple days in celebration of something I didn’t catch what it was, but the exterior is beautiful and we have toured a gazillion cathedrals, so we’re good.  You can see the Arab/Turkish influences are still alive alive in this area.  This area has been Roman and Moorish before it became Spanish ruled, which is evident in the architecture, food, and culture of the Andelusian area.

On the way back home, we popped in to see the inside of the church next door.  Our host, Carmen, is getting married there in a few weeks and she encouraged us to take a look.  It was beautiful, but it is a very active church and school children were being dropped off by their parents. I took a few moments to imagine Carmen walking down the aisle and then we went home for dinner…chicken with fresh broccoli, bread and a side of pesto pasta.

Malaga, Spain: Our Home in Andalusia

Hurricane Ophelia has moved up the Iberian Peninsula and brought rain to the entire region.  It is moving day, 7:00 am, dark and pouring rain outside, so we hailed a cab to take us directly to the train station.  That was the best 7.00 euros we’ve spent so far!  We took a high speed train from Madrid to Malaga, Spain.  The roughly 300 mile trip took a meer 2 hours and 20 minutes, seeing speeds of up to 183 mph. When you are watching the landscape fly by at those speeds, it is quite impressive!  
Our train pulled in to the Maria Zambrosa Station in Malaga and we grabbed a coffee and a quick bite before heading to meet Carmen, our host, and move in to our new home.  It begins to rain, so we jumped in a cab again and we’re off.  We pass the water front where cruise ships dock, a beautiful park and we can see the beach area as we turn inland.  Our home in Malaga is a distance from the tourist area, allowing us a better opportunity to experience living as a local.  

Carmen greets us at the door.  She lives on the ground level and we will be up on the third floor of the building.  Our apartment has stairs up to a fourth floor private terrace and laundry room.  Carmen gives us a tour and has printed out a map to show us where to buy groceries, where to catch a bus, etc.  We are literally next door to the Santuario de la Virgen de la Victoria church, where Carmen is getting married in three weeks!  It has rained most of the day, but clears up long enough to pop over to the supermarket and pick up some supplies for the week.  We are using our time today to plan and catch up on some blogging.