We wrapped up March with a tour of Málaga and Sevilla, both in the Andalucia province - which Lonely Planet fittingly calls "Classic Spain". It is though, really.
And while I'm on topic, sidenote: Lonely Planet Spain has been our consistent amigo throughout this journey (apart from the Castillo Butrón incident), and I'd highly recommend it, or any other country's version of it, for long-term trips. It tells us the worthwhile places to check out, the over-the-top places to skip, the best hostels, restaurants and bars, and has color pictures. It's the best. Seriously.
So, Málaga. Málaga. Málaga. Málaga.
The biggest city along southern Spain's ever-so-famous Costa del Sol, Málaga actually had quite more to offer than sandy beaches and sunny skies. Though admittedly, those were a plus. But what struck us the most were the older English crowd, who outnumbered the young ones by almost double. In truth, it kind of reminded me of Florida - seemed like some kind of retirement spot for the deep-pocketed folks in England. It was also tourist central, which is always kind of perturbing when you're trying to learn Spanish. Everyone in stores tried to speak to us only English (apparently we'll never conceive the fact that we're American), so after a while we just looked like we didn't understand and spoke only in Spanish. I know they're being polite (or wanting to sell their stuff, but either way...) it's so frustrating when people speak to us in English. "Hablo español. Por favor, ¡me hable en español! ¡no quiero que me hable en inglés!" Cade might pass as someone from Norway, but that doesn't quite work for me. We're still working out the kinks in our new fake nationality. We'll come up with something soon enough.
It had a big cathedral, (and the Spanish cathedrals are always fun to admire with their hodgepodge of architectural styles) which we enjoyed from outside without paying the entrance fee, but the Alcazaba was the most fun we had in Málaga (and it's not even on the beach!). But to understand why, I need to explain Spanish history a little.
Not to bombard you with the history, but because it's interesting to me (and to show that I'm actually paying attention in my Spanish cutlure class) the Romans obviously won the Spanish peninsula first, which was then followed by an Arab occupation, and then the Roman conquest, part two. A geographical tug-of-war, if you will. There's over a thousand years of Spanish history in one sentence. That's efficiency at its best.
But, while Spain was under Arab occupation (mostly in the South of Spain), the Muslims constructed massive castles and mosques, designed differently than any architectural style the Romans had ever created. Most of the structures were destroyed after the Roman reconquest, but a few remain, mostly in Spain's south - which, more than any other Spanish province - most reflects the Arabic presence. Málaga´s Alcazaba (Muslim castle), which we toured after hiking over an hour to actually get up to the thing, was almost indescribable. Obviously, I went overboard on the pictures, but the architecture fascinates me, especially the varied arches. As the water softly flows through the well-developed canals interspersed throughout the castle, it's such an insanely tranquil feeling, one you don't often get in a Roman castle. With the intricate tilework and colorful brickwork, I'd venture to say that it is and was more vibrant, too.
After hiking back down the mountain afterwards, we rested at our hostel for a few hours until we were refreshed enough to take on the beach, which we did until the sun set. We walked all down the "Malagueta" beach, and watched the Spanish fisherman as they headed in at the end of the day. All very romanticized. All very serene. A fantastic choice for a weekend away.
After Málaga, we headed took a train to Sevilla, which Cade will tell you about in his part.
A todos, hasta luego. Espero que os disfrutéis en leer nuestro blog. Hace muchas semanas que vivo afuera de mi hogar, y todavía tengo siete más hasta que llegue. Ya hemos pasado más de un medio de nuestro semestre en España, y aunque todavía os echo de menos, yo sé que voy a echar de menos España (especialmente con los viajes por el país y Europa) cuando regresemos a Texas. Cada día aparece más como mi hogar. Es que no quiero estar muy emocionada, pero ahora me pongo así. Vale. Que todo lo pase bien.
¿Es como un diario, no? Pues, nada. Está bien. Hasta la próxima carta,
-Bana