Picasso's birthday
Trip Start
Jul 12, 2005
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Trip End
Sep 13, 2005
Málaga, Andalusia, Spain
Sunday, August 21, 2005
The past 24 hours have been crazy. Dave and I both worked until very late, then we frantically packed all our things up at the apartment (no small task, we are not coming back to our Raven's View apartment after Spain - why did we wait until the very last moment to do this?) and with much music blasting, a bit of heated arguments, and panic we made it to the airport at 6am with just enough time to spare for a Guinness. You might say "WHAT! A beer at that hour?!!" But, it really wasn't morning for us, it was very very very late at night after a marathon day and this pint was well deserved. Honestly, the best beer I think I've ever had.
The city of Malaga is a flurry of colourful banners, posters, and people. Aparantly this is the home town of Picasso and there is a celebration going on in honour of his birthday! Lucky us! All I want to do is short cut to the hotel but we meander through the crowds in a roundabout way and take in what we can in our stupefied state. The hotel has a classic European kind of feel - long shutters on the windows, white washed walls, paperthin doors and a hallway that echos.
All we manage to do this day is venture out for food in a little alleyway restaurant. After being so immersed in Cuban-Spanish a few months ago, I'm very frusterated that no one local understands me and I don't understand them with their Spanish-Spanish. Different accent and dialiect I suppose. I'm too tired to try.
