This was the second of our 4 ports of call. I have bittersweet memories of Malaga. It was where Jett, on the TC1 transatlantic trip, went to the infirmary and was diagnosed with a critical hemoglobin problem. We had to leave the ship the next day, cutting our dream TC1 trip short. This day went better.
We got a late start, thanks to staying up to 3am – the result of 6 days of losing an hour. Marlene thought I should have rousted her out of bed. I thought she needed the sleep. In any case we didn’t have time to do anything other than walk into town (a 30-minute walk), visit the Alcazaba Palace, get some gelato, do some window shopping (and some real shopping at a thrift shop) and walk back to the ship. But even the walk was interesting. It is along the beach. And Marlene found a group of young schoolchildren – middle school age – who were eager to chat and practice their English.
Marlene, always the kid, found a playground too.
We spent a couple of hours in Alcazaba, mostly taking photos. On the way out we spotted a parrot in a tree. I didn’t know that Spain had parrots but there was a bunch in Alcazaba.
Alcazaba is very scenic, both inside and looking out over the city.
Marlene found a thrift store (or did it find her?). We made it back to the ship on time, though, leaving bargains begging.
I can’t remember what we had for dinner. I think this one was forgettable – some tough veal piccata. But we got some photos and attended another fine dinner show, this one an 80’s revue.
