Málaga

Morning in Malaga

As always, the early morning hours are the best time to move around peacefully without encountering too much human traffic. Today is also Monday, and everything starts even slower: breakfast at a café opposite the hotel, and we prepare to see Málaga during the day. We start with the Mercado Atarazanas, which is not far from the starting point. It's always interesting to browse the everyday life expressed on the stalls of a market: here you have the opportunity to see the local people chatting among themselves, discover new products, and generally get a feel for where you are. We take advantage of this to buy some excellent jamón, which will be the last one in the series, and we'll buy 100 grams for about ten euros – it was worth every gram. The Cathedral As expected, it's magnificent. We proceed towards the Alcazaba, which we explore from top to bottom with great care: the exterior offers a wonderful view beyond its imposing walls, while the interior is a succession of courtyards, decorative carvings, and other features that evoke Moorish art. Although not as impressive as the Alhambra, the complex is interesting and worth visiting. Similarly, a visit to the Castillo de Gibralfaro, just above, is essential. The Alcazaba, a fortress with sturdy ramparts that today are used to enjoy an even better view than the previous one. As it is a military structure, there are no interiors to visit, but the walkways on the walls offer a view of Málaga similar to what you would see from a drone.

Arrival in Malaga

We return to the Ayuntamiento building. Pier One, of pleasant quality even with daylight, we go to the hotel to collect our luggage when it is already 12 o'clock and since we have an hour left, we go to have lunch on the beach at Torremolinos. In the sandy expanse facing the Mediterranean Sea, we find a couple of large stones in the shade of an oasis of palm trees: it seems like the ideal spot for our last lunch with delicious and exquisite jamón. A coffee at the quiet seaside promenade, imagining the summer chaos, we feel lucky, and all that remains is to take the road to the airport to return the car, complete the necessary formalities for returning home, and wait for the flight. The flight will be punctual but a bit hectic about an hour before departure. In these days, bad weather is raging and destroying entire areas of England and Northern Europe; we are in the tail end of the storm, which may be enough for us. Arrival in Turin is smooth, although less severe than what the announced 60 km/h suggested.

The landing marks a positive end to the flight, but also to a journey that exceeded our expectations.