Malaga has been much maligned in recent times. Mainly I hasten to say by me.
I have to state for the record that I totally take back anything I have said.
I was expecting a beer swilling, loud mouthed English group of yobs on holiday not the divinely (if that’s word) tranquil place that it was.
We left England a bit late and a bit annoyed because the plane was late and the priority booking system Easyjet was operating worked at the gate but anyone seemed to be allowed to check their bags in on the priority booking only queue.
The plane journey passed without any real issues. Plus we got in the emergency seats which meant more legroom.
Then we had a bit of a drama when Howard and I lost the ladies. Luckily both parties had mobile phones and so we realised where everyone was and a crisiswas averted. Thank goodness for modern technology !!!
The town of Malaga is gorgeous and very representative of traditional architecture. Lovey ballestrades and gorgeous colours.
Then we arrived at our hotel late afternoon, booked in and got to the rooms. They were fabulous with their own seating area, mini bar where we could store our chocolate and very well appointed bathroom complete with bday.
We were not able to eat until 20:30 so we went for a quick drink. We could see the bull ring from the drinks area.
Dinner was fine and we managed to find a cracking Rioja 2003 for €22. Dad would have loved it. He was always thrilled finding a fabulous bottle of wine for a reasonable price.
If it’s like this at the start of the holiday what will tomorrow bring
