Unlike Madrid, we only had two days in Málaga. Our Airbnb in Málaga was not near the center of town, which meant that once we arrived at the station Málaga María Zambrano, we had to catch yet another train out to El Sexmo. We figured out that the next train didn’t leave for an hour, so we sat in the station waiting for the train. We took the train out to Cartama station where our Airbnb host met us with her car. We were surprised to find that she was actually British and had formerly resided in London near Deptford, which is right near New Cross area. She drove us through the dusty gravel roads that wound in an out of beautiful fields of wildflowers backed by the gorgeous mountains that surrounded us. It was breathtaking and that was only the beginning.
The Airbnb looked exactly like the pictures. A pool, hammocks and an amazing view of the mountains were all we needed to decide that we’d spend the rest of the day enjoying the comforts of our host’s home. We needed food though, so we walked for about an hour to the town of Cartama to get some groceries at the Carrefour that Susan (our host) had given us directions to. We had figured that we would just catch the bus back instead of walking with our groceries, but after reading the timetable realized that it stopped going after 1pm. We embarrassingly called Susan asking for a ride and she kindly obliged. We spent the rest of the night hammocking, playing with Susan’s dogs, drinking wine (or not drinking because it tasted weird), eating Brie, French bread, and strawberries.
The next morning we woke up early to breakfast made by our host, Susan. The hot breakfast had come with the price and we were so glad that it had. Susan had made us each a full English breakfast, and we enjoyed our meal in the sunshine on the rooftop overlooking the gorgeous mountain scenery. After eating and getting dressed, we walked to take the train into Málaga, taking time to stop and admire the gorgeous fields of wildflowers along the way. We were on a mission to explore the city of Málaga, but more importantly find ourselves a beach.
We found the boardwalk and beach no problem, but only to realize that we hadn’t brought towels with us. Strangely enough, finding a place that sells towels by the beach was impossible, and we spent much of our time wandering around looking for a supermarket or...something, anything. Eventually we found a sketchy shack-like store and bought 6-Euro towels. A man that we met there asked us where we were from and when I said that I went to school in Nashville he started singing the Davy Crockett theme song to me…
Anyways, we spent the rest of the day on the beach and it was glorious. After getting far too sunburnt we decided to eat at one of the many restaurants right on the beach. Though the meal was a little disappointing and overpriced, we had a huge laugh, to the point of tears, over the translated English menu that we had been given. I have since attached it because it is far too funny not to share.
We then made our way back to our Airbnb to start the packing process and prepare for our departure the next day to Valencia.