Travelogue Malaga Day 3 / All food, all the time

Two cups of Café con leche and a pain au chocolat in Malaga, Spain


We both wake up just in time for a tour of the Picasso museum. Rather, once again, she wakes up and I get up.

The museum is very interesting, actually. No pics though. As we wend our way around these beautiful objects, I’m reminded of something Lorne Michaels once said, Sadly, talent and character do not often reside in the same person.

Afterward, we go out to eat where we order a traditional meal of tapas. In Malaga, they always give you a basket of bread but never any butter or oil to go with it. Find this a bit odd but HG is less concerned. Things are going fairly well until a bird decides to poop on the table in front of HG; in the pic below the crime happens between the bread and the wine.

She is displeased. Thus ends lunch.

Beer, bread, and wine in Malaga, Spain

We go back to the hotel and I actually get some sleep for once. When we wake up, we head out and explore the city a bit. As the rain begins to fall, we end up at a traditional market where people look at me funny cause I’m taking pics of where they pick up their dinner.

Ducking into a café when the rain picks up, we have two café con leche and split a pan du de chocolate as an old man asks us if we want lottery tickets. In light of our recent luck with them, we decline and like the man yesterday, he exclaims, Such a shame!

Eventually, we walk over to try and see the cathedral, but it’s already closed. So we take cover in a doorway and keep our eyes out for birds.

When the weather lets up, we make our ways to the ruins of the Moorish castle, Alcazaba and then the 2300 year old ruins of the Roman arena I saw yesterday.

Her: It’s pretty amazing that people in Europe get to have things like this all over the place.
Me: It really is.

Wine and a mojito in Malaga, Spain

We then we head over and get some libations: she orders a glass of white wine, I order a Mojito.

Her: I can’t believe you’re eating all the mint.
Me: It’s like a drink and a salad all at once.

Soon, we find our way to a restaurant for a proper dinner. I decide on something called a Migas and ask HG to ask the waiter what it is.

Him: Um, maybe he should pick something else.
Her: Why, what is it? (the waiter begins to explain when HG thinks and says) Actually, it doesn’t matter. He’ll eat anything.

It’s pretty good, if not very greasy. She orders the paella and can’t finish that so I eat that as well.

A Migas meal in Malaga, Spain

We take a walk back to the hotel and end up watching “500 Days of Summer” – a film we’ve both been avoiding for a while.

Turned out to be pretty realistic; people, especially men, have been told by Hollywood what love is all about. And real love’s nuthin like what you see in moving pictures. We enjoy it.

We then try to sleep but the noise outside on a Saturday night is indescribably loud.

As I get up and head to the bathroom, I steady myself against the sink. The hand shaking continues.

It’s been a while since my insomnia’s been so bad and for a moment, I despair a bit, thinking maybe it’s back again as it was.

But then remind myself that I’m traveling. Running my hands under the cold water, I look up and see a terribly old-looking man staring back at me.

A butcher in the market of Malaga, Spain
A church in Malaga, Spain

Location: my apartment, looking for more food
Mood: busy
Music: night after night my heartbeat shows the fear

6 replies on “Travelogue Malaga Day 3 / All food, all the time”

Pain au chocolat 😉

Now that you mention it… I may run to the boulangerie and grab one and an expresso right now! Living in France, I try to forget that incredible pastries, breads, CHEESE, foies gras and wines are all accessible within a 5 minute walk from my apartment…

We have great Roman ruins here in France. The arena in Nîmes is the best preserved.. ditto for the Roman theatre in Orange (just south of where I am). Vineyards galore. The Provençal sunshine is within a 2 hour drive.. and I'm surrounded by the Alpes..

Anyway — phew ! That's why I am here. Malaga (and Sevilla) are places in Spain I am dying to visit! I'm dying to try the food too. Do they charge for the table settings and bread? That's the only thing that annoys me a bit with Spain, Portugal (and in Italy you have to buy water, they don't provide you free tap.. which is the law in France!). But, if I know what to expect in advance it's alright.

I hope you had an amazing time and have gotten back to a decent sleep schedule!

Ha, actually I was writing the Spanish version – ,i>Pan de chocloate. I've since fixed it.

You should run out and buy all those things. It's the unexpected little things that you do that you'll remember the most, I think. When HG and I popped into that cafe was one of the high points of the trip and a memory I think (hope) I'll always have.

I've been meaning to ask if you have a good camera. I think that the combination of a few notes and a few pictures does wonders for making all these little events last much longer.

I hope you get a chance to get to Malaga; if it's not too much of a trek. It's a little rough from NYC but I'm guessing a good deal easier from where you are.

And "yup" I'm back to a normal(ish) sleep schedule – thanks! and whew!

I have not seen 500 Days of Summer but I'm told it is very reminiscent of our friend "Paul".

It really was. You should watch it, I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would.

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