Here, we caught up on sleep, made some yummy salads and enjoyed wearing shorts. Our hostel was beautiful and cheap. The four of us shared a room, the kitchen was down the hall and the bathroom was clean. We were the only ones there for the first night (then a French couple showed up...the husband did not believe in wearing clothes in the hallway or shutting their door...you can fill in the rest of this image). The first day, we explored a little bit at night. The city was alive on a Wednesday night and the lights around the city were gorgeous. We all decided to call it a night around 10pm and got some much-needed sleep.
Day two consisted of castle hiking and bush-whacking. We walked up the mote to the castle that overlooks the port and all the mountains that surround Malaga. There was a Spanish guy playing the acoustic guitar at the top. The castle was a maze of gardens and lookout towers. Adrianna and I put on an impromptu tap performance on the stage. Then Adrianna and I, being the adventurous ones, decided that we knew a shortcut down the castle so we wouldn't have to walk the circumference again. We ended up leading Lea and Sandy down the mountain, on a footpath that the bums use, over broken bottles and down to....the road half way to the bottom aka the road we should've taken originally but Adrianna and I insisted our way was faster. Oops.
The bottom of the mountain meant the beginning of the search for pizza. We had been craving pizza all day and had seen many pizzerias the night before with cheap pies. We did not, however, know what street they were on. After circling the town a few times, we were about to give up. Enter angel #1 of the trip: coco. A woman approached us and asked if we wanted to eat at her restaurant. We explained that we were craving pizza and thanked her anyways. She then showed us her flyers--it was the pizza place right down from the street our hostel was on and the one we were looking for. Coco the angel saved us.
We ventured to the beach, napped, talked to some other study abroad kids from Vermont and decompressed. That night, we ate tapas and made tea and played games in the hotel. Good girl bonding time.
Day 3 was spent getting our bus tickets to Madrid then venturing to the beach again. We bought our routine picnic materials of bread, cheese, bell peppers, salami, apples, oranges and lemonade and played games in the sun. It was a lovely day that was only made better when we stumbled upon a renaissance fair by the greek theatre. It was the first annual, which was apparent because everything was very makeshift, but it was still quite fun. That night, we decided that we ought to see what the Malaga nightlife was all about. We ate a wonderful Spanish meal of real kebobs, seafood and sangria and stubbled upon a tiny square of locals. There were 3 bars surrounding the square, but all the tables were outside so it essentially felt like one big outdoor restaurant. Very neat. I wish these existed back in the States.
Adrianna's new life goal: jump into every ocean/sea and I am going to blog about it
Malaga
Renaissance Fair
I fell off the bed.
The next day we boarded the bus, with heavy hearts, we put back on our layers, packed our bags and faced the 7 hour bus ride that would take us away from the beach and to Spain's capital city: Madrid.
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