Malaga

Malaga was a wonderful little city that is a little smaller than Sevilla. I loved going with the people that I did, actually I just loved everything about the trip. 

We left so early in the morning. But luckily, I got to sleep on the bus. Once we got there, it was a little bit of a treck to get to our hostel, but as soon as we walked in, I fell in love. 

First sight you see when you walk in. 

Beautiful. 

I will not get over tile in Spain. I love all of it. 

Stairway to our rooms. 

Toile Fabric!! I was in love. (And in blue too) 

There was a small collection of plates on the wall. I had a hard time not to want to take one home. 

And each one was different. 

We dropped our bags off, locked our doors (see - look how safe I am?!) and went out with maps to explore the city. It didn't take long to find a more central area of the city that we knew we wanted to see. First - Pablo Picasso's house. The house that he was born it. Pablo. Picasso. 

A quote from Pablo. Sadly, I couldn't take pictures. Of anything. But I snuck in this one on a stairway. I think they were ok with it. 

We also ventured out (not very far- thank goodness) to an older part of the city that held the Alcazaba (sound familiar? not the Alcazar, but also owned by the moorish kings when they occupied Spain) It was beautiful and filled with nooks and crannies, and of course, gardens. 

Look at me, hanging around the Moorish Palace. 

But once we got back to the hostel, we met our neighbors for the night - the germans. All were very nice, and some very very cute. And all spoke good English. We told them that we were going to the beach, and they warned us that it was dirty, and that the good one was about a 30 minute bus ride away. We went anyway, who knows what dirty means to anyone? They may had been beach snobs. 

Abigail, stepping carefully around the trash and into the Mediterranean. 

They were not beach snobs and were 100% correct. The beach was dirty. Nothing too gross or harmful, but just littered with trash, and that was even in the Mediterranean. But fear not, the water was still a beautiful blue color that I haven't seen rivaled. (with my own eyes - National Geographic does not count) 

We spent a little time at the beach and then made our way back to the hostel where we changed and then went out to dinner. Our new German friends invited us to go out with them to a bar that offered a liter sized mojito for 5 euros. 

Fairly good deal if you ask me. And it was pretttyyy tasty. We talked with the Germans for a long time at the bar and got to know them pretty well. I enjoyed comparing cultures and lives, because wonderfully we were all the same age. (ok +/- a few years 20-25) 

We then headed to a bar which was not what we thought it was (expensive) and then meandered back to the hostel where we opened a few bottles of wine and had another chat with the Germans. I love their accents, they are so funny. I found out that they are from a  region in Germany called Bavaria (I nodded, noting to myself to look it up later - southwestern Germany) and that they live in a tiny little "willage" (no V in German) They also invited us to visit their little "will age" if we ever found ourselves in the Munich area. I want to go visit now. They even showed us their Lerderhosen that they brought with them. I only thought little boys and old men wore them. I loved learning this though because I have family origins in Germany. 

Hello new friend. Too bad I never got a facebook request. 

Update: no friend request from the Germans. Oh well. 

Overall, I loved it. Everything about it. I had a wonderful time with wonderful people, new friends and a beautiful little coastal city.