We woke up around 9:30 as our parents left to scope out a churrería. Vanessa and I read until they returned with hot churros and chocolate, and, strangely enough, the need for some alcohol. You see, my dear parents (they are seriously so awesome) had turned the completely wrong way when trying to go to Malaga to find churros. They had ended up driving further up the mountain on the edge of a cliff and whose road had no guard rail. Nice. So, they needed a de-stressor
Calle Larios
We went to El Centro, the busy center of Malaga. I love el centro with its touristy shops, guys on the side of the cobblestone streets selling candied nuts, colors everywhere, the huge market bustling with people, a hubbub of activity all around. We ate lunch at Del Norte Al Sur, me eating fries with a fried egg and jamon serrano on top (to die for), lemon Fanta, and cafe con leche for dessert. Vanessa had one of the best grilled shrimp I´ve ever tasted.
Picasso
We went to the Picasso Museum, a building close to the small house that Picasso was born and grew up in. The sad thing about Picasso is that he never returned to Malaga after he first left at 18, but I can´t say I blame him since Spain was, at the time, ruled by the evil dictator Francisco Franco. Anyway, I had been to this museum once before with Vanessa, and it was interesting to see the galleries that had changed. He was an amazing artist with abstract and incredibly realistic artwork.
Leticia y familia!
My mom's cousin Leticia and her family are wonderful, and we went to their apartment in Malaga to chat and go out to eat. We had a great time talking and joking around while eating some delicious tapas. After hours of talking and eating, we went our separate ways content and full.
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