Leaving Málaga

 

Judy. Lest you think that our decision to stay close to Màlaga means we did nothing for the last two weeks, let me fill you in! 

The week after Alex and Inmita visited us here, we took the train to Seville to spend the weekend with them. Having time to sit and talk at home, and to visit Inmita’s parents Inma and Pepe for a seafood feast makes all the difference! We even managed to stay up for the typical eleven o’clock dinner at a tasty tapas bar. Just to get you drooling, Pepe and Inma and their friends Luz and Manolo whipped up a paella, Iberian ham, two types of mussels, homemade ice cream, beer, wine, after-dinner drinks, and coffee. It’s a good thing I don’t eat that much often! The next day before we caught the train home, Alex’s mom Maria José came by with more food and a chance to get caught up. 

Inma (left) and Luz serve up paella

We had hit it off with an American couple we met at church, Susan and Mark. They have worked in Europe for years, and invited us to their magnificent home for a tapas dinner and some conversation about life in Spain. The food was just right (I’ve decided tapas are the best way for someone my age to eat), the view unbelievable, and their gift of pomegranates from their tree more than welcome. We look forward to more visits when we return. 

View from Susan & Mark's home at sunset

Cheers to new friends!

Màlaga is getting ready for their big Christmas lights display. They’re not turned on till early December, but the display is so large that they begin setting up in October. I wish I could see the finished product. 

Lights along Calle Marqués de Larios

Christmas tree in Plaza de Constitution

There are dozens of interesting museums here, and we finally made it to the Picasso Museum. Ted will tell you more about that later, but a quote of his really struck home. 

In the last few days, Ted and I have begun to explore more of the city here. We took a bus up the beach to the next little town and explored the narrow passageways of the Old Town. 

View of Málaga from Pedregalejo

The only thing that keeps me from regretting leaving now is knowing that we can come back and explore more in February. The longer I’m here, the more it tugs at me.

Nice spot for an afternoon drink

Picasso's birthplace

Farewell breakfast of churros & chocolate