Twenty-two hours of travel from Japan, and finally we reached Málaga, Spain — the start point.
We had not come here to sightsee; this was time to adjust to the time difference and save our strength before the punishing rally to come.
That said, I am not the kind of person who can just sit blankly in a hotel — this was my first time in Málaga, and I meant to enjoy it to the full!!
The jet lag was nothing at all; I left the hotel at first light. We had landed in the middle of the night, so seeing the town in daylight for the first time — how beautiful it was! Not a scrap of litter anywhere.
The town has a cosmopolitan feel, full of tourists, with a stylish look quite different from Italy or France. Walk a little and you can look down over the town from high ground; walk the other way and the sea opens out.
The guidebook said September temperatures run around 20 degrees, but it still felt like the height of summer — around 28 degrees, cool only in the shade with a breeze.
Here and there in town, women in swimsuits.
Málaga is apparently Picasso’s birthplace, and I would have loved to visit the Picasso Museum — for now, a photo with this sculpture I found in town (nothing to do with Picasso at all).
Simply walking on and on, I reached the seafront. It felt like an ordinary local beach, but there was something quiet and gentle about it.
In part four I will introduce some good food I found in town — and since walking alone would be a waste, I mean to have a swim too!
By now I have practically forgotten what I actually came here for, throwing myself into enjoying every moment, every time.
“What for” am I here at all??
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