Malaga

What to say about Malaga. I spent a lot of time on the beach, as well as shopping. Too much shopping probably, but that’s part of the fun of being in a foreign country. I know when I go home I don’t have to worry about anybody having the same outfit! So life was pretty quiet until Erin arrived, lazy days for me. She was delayed out of NYC and missed her connection in London which caused her bags to go missing, but luckily she packed a change of clothes in her carry-on and the hotel provided toothbrushes! So, for her first night in Spain, off we went to walk down the main promenade and enjoy the atmosphere. Right off the bat the “Cowboy Statue” impersonator startled her (she jumped about 5 feet) as he pointed his “guns” (aka hands) in her direction, great entertainment for me though. We continued our walk, stopped in at a few different places sampling the wine and watching the world go by. We decided on a spot for dinner and the waiter talked us into the special for the night, a fish platter; we agreed and although didn’t enjoy having to stare at fish heads and eat around the bones, we weren’t disappointed. The evening became more interesting when a woman came up to us and started speaking in Spanish asking if we were done. Given the fact Erin and I were in mid conversation and I initially thought she was trying to peddle something I ignored her and then said, “No, no gracias.” Meaning no, leave us alone. Instead, she reached over the plate, grabbed some napkins and started taking the remaining fish, stopping of course to take a bite of one piece and then throw it back on the plate. We were both horrified. The waiters finally came out to shoo her away, and she began to leave, although at the last minute turned and grabbed a handful of olives that were next to me. It was crazy. We couldn’t believe it. The surrounding tables were staring at us, a few laughs, our waiter apologized, but we decided to ask for the check and vacate the area. I felt a little better when last night another bum asked the table next to us if he could have their leftovers (In Spain you do not take home the remaining food). At least he waited until the waiter cleared the plate from the table before scooping it into his plastic garbage bag. So, Malaga proved to be an exciting and lovely welcome to Spain for Erin. Ha-ha. Everything since has gone smoothly and she seems to really like the country. I didn’t fail.

Congratulations to Megan Walsh and Megan Sara on your engagements, very exciting news ladies!!!

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