Have you ever gone anywhere and just felt that this place feeds your soul? That’s how I felt in Malaga. I really didn’t give this port much thought on our itinerary. I was more focused on Barcelona, Nice and Florence.
I awoke at dusk and caught a glimpse of the Spanish Coastline.
The skies were very dark, clouds looked ominous but the weather report said there was only a 10% chance of rain. Our coffee was delivered and we enjoyed a leisurely ached in getting ready. Our ship appeared to make an early arrival into the port.
The Captain said we were cleared to disembark before 10 and we were ready.
There was a bus to take you from the ship to the port entrance for 5 euros each but it was less than a mile so Bruce and I hoofed it. At the lighthouse we caught a hop on/hop off bus to take us around the city.
We rode the bus around once then got off near a Cathedral I wanted to tour. It was the Cathedral of Malaga and it was magnificent inside and out.
Bruce was at his happiest when we stopped at a Panaderia for some sweets. As you can see I was enjoying them too.
Yummy!
We saw a Flamingo Dancer posing on one of the side streets.
I loved the architecture and the quaintness of the narrow streets.
We visited the Moorish fortress Alcazaba with its breathtaking views, colorful gardens, and fascinating structures.
That’s our ship in the distance. We could see the entire city of Malaga.
And how could I go to Malaga without seeing Picasso – it was his birthplace and we visited his home and saw some of his early drawings.
We also visited other museums.
There are many talented graffiti artists as well.
Oh how I love Malaga. I could call this place home.
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