The floods came and the clouds darkened the land. The cold forced me out, and with a world full of lands to explore, I decided to pay a visit to “la Madre Patria” or the Motherland, as Latin American people commonly refer to Spain.
I found a flight from Berlin to Malaga for $70 so thanks to the incredible machine called the AIRPLANE I pierced the skies at some insane speed (which reminds me I REALLY want to see Man of Steel!) and three hours later, I was walking on the same rocks that saw the birth of one of the biggest artists in history, Picasso!
Picture a colorful and warm little city on the coast with incredible beaches, only 40 minutes from Africa, surrounded by hills, beautiful people activating the streets and plazas, flamenco music, and fiestas in random corners of the city. Well, that is Malaga, my home for now. I don’t know how long I’ll be here, but it is very tempting to stay. Actually, I do know I will stay at least until the end of June, since I got a room in a very nice apartment in the city center! Cathedrals, castles, and ancient cobblestones, are all but some of the inspiring surroundings that make me want to stay longer. Malaga has a beach literally down the street from dowtown or city center.
enjoying some sandia on my terrace, which is only accessible once I climb out my window and here is my quaint little room with the desk I must climb to get to the window to get to the terracemy Spanish mates sharing their floor with me…one of them don’t look too happy (he’s cool!)