The Paso, The Float
Outside the Picasso Museum
No pictures allowed inside
MALAGUETA!!! Beautiful beach
It was nice to wake up around 9am, eat the same ole breakfast , frosted corn flakes, Spanish style, chat with my house mamá and my roomie before getting ready. I packed up, dressed, and walked down Recaredo street to meet Greg at Rodilla, a sandwich/ coffee café with free wifi (they pronounce it wee fee). Greg used the internet and by 10:40 we were walking to the train station.
The train took off by 11:10. I was so excited to be on a Spanish beach with the sun actually shining. The trip wasn't long, but it did take longer than expected. I told the hostel we would check in around 2, but we were only 20 minutes late arriving. The hostel was called Malaga Backpackers. Fitting I'd say. It was basically owned and operated by a few Spaniards in their late twenties. It looked like a bachelor pad with bright painted walls in blues, lime green and even purple and orange. That was the extent of the decoration. The living area had 4 or 5 couches all covered with African printed blankets. There was a big screen tv and the dining area had a couple tables with chairs at each. The rule: clean your own dishes. It felt like we were staying at a friend's house that wasn't catering or accommodating to us. Bit thats exactly what a hostel is. Its a bed for cheap- eleven euros was a steal.
We threw what little luggage we brought in our room and made a v-line from the hostel to the beach. We hit the port first. We got the chance to see these massive authentic antique ships. One had recently sailed from Cádiz to Málaga. Finally walking around the border we found a beautiful beach called Malagueta. We laid in the sun for two and a half hours getting a slight tan before the buildings covered the setting sun.
Walking up and down the streets in Spain during Semana Santa, holy week, is a challenge. The Spaniards and thousands of visitors crowd the streets to see parades take place always leading with a someone holding a cross followed by