After last night’s dancing and merriment we were given the gift of an extra hour of sleep this morning. Europe changed from daylight savings time at midnight. Most participants left before us, but 6 of us were on the 10:30am van to Malaga, a 2 hour scenic drive through low mountains, olive groves and harvested farm land. The driver dropped us off at the train station and we caught a cab to the hotel after a final round of hugs and promises to stay in touch.
One of many abandoned farm houses in Andalucia
Windmills along our route to Malaga
Our home for the night in Malaga
The Hotel Picasso is a charming hotel situated in an upscale neighborhood by the Mediterranean Sea. We have BB to thank for finding it. The location is perfect…only a 10 minute taxi ride to the airport and 15 minutes from the city center. BB and Janis’ room was ready so we parked all our stuff in their room and went for a walk down to the water in search of lunch. We were starving; we had had a light breakfast at 8 am and by now it was 2:30.
We took the receptionist’s recommendation and had lunch at a fish restaurant on the beach. We ordered several dishes to share and Sangria. We had a leisure lunch, enjoying the ambience of the beach resort. Since it was Sunday there were several large family groups enjoying a casual meal together.
We shared this Greek salad at lunch
BB and Janis enjoying their Sangria
Along the “boardwalk” by the restaurant
When we got back to the hotel we tried to get our boarding passes for all our flights, and spent a very frustrating 45 minutes on the internet and phone and still only ended up with boarding passes for Malaga to Paris. Our flight tomorrow leaves st 5:50 am so we have ordered a taxi for 3:30 am. YIKES!
Janis and I took another walk and discovered a nice levee path along the bay. Bikes, pedestrians, horses, walkers and lots of dogs were out for a Sunday stroll. The sun was setting as we were heading back, bathing the hills and sky above the bay in hues of pink and magenta.
Cruise ship heading out to sea at sunset
Horses and riders at the levee path
One of the houses in our neighborhood
Dinner was a bit of Manchego cheese and a Jamon (Spanish ham) sandwich split between us and some sweet wine Janis had bought but had no room in her suitcase to schlepp home.
It was great to just have some time for the three of us before we all get back to Sacramento.
Hopefully all will go well tomorrow, especially in Paris. We are all eager to get home.
No more adventures this year! I am ready to be home for a while.
Here is a quote about traveling that all my book-loving family members and friends will appreciate: “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page…..St. Augustine