We've arranged to have coffee today with Derek and Carol, a couple we met on the Al Andulus train a couple of years ago. They live in a seaside village about 20 miles east of Malaga.
Derek's 92-year old mother, Joan flies in from the UK a couple of times a year to escape the English weather and joins us. We have coffee at an outdoor café on the main pedestrian street in old town. An indication that the conversation is enjoyed by all is that when we finally part, it's 3pm.
A taxi delivers us to and from Castillo de Gibrafaro (Gibrafaro Castle). Although connected to the Alcazaba from above by a fortified corridor in ancient times, that corridor is now closed to the public.
The castle has layer after layer of defensive lines and the views overlooking the sea and mountains is stunning.
Returning to old town, we take a late lunch at another recommendation from Carol's guide book and are pleased. We learned from yesterday's lunch to cut down on the amount ordered. Today we order white garlic cold soup and fried baby squid. Check out the tile work. Somehow our order of two glasses of wine came to the table as a bottle. We were charged for two glasses; 5 Euros.
The plan is to pass by the market on the return but find it closed late on a Saturday afternoon.
This picture is for CJ's mom. We've found a reason for you to visit Malaga. Here is a potato chip store. We've not seen previously a store devoted to potato chips.
The lager louts are no shows in the bar this evening but their more subdued Irish compatriots provide enjoyable conversation and debate.
It's more difficult traveling this year in Europe. We're being bombarded by "what the bloody hell is going on in your country?!"
We'll be checking out the potato chip store for sure.
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