Volume 18 - Day 318/47, 2026 - Saturday

Well, I guess that miracles can still happen! I made my way from the hotel in Barcelona to the airport, to the gate, boarded the plane, got to Malaga, got to the hotel in Malaga without a single person in any of those places speaking a single word of English. Luckily, all the signage is in more than one language, my salvation. From the teeny tiny little bitty bit of both cities I have seen over the past few days, I like Malaga better. Where I am staying reminds me a lot of the urban areas in Italy that Paulina and I visited. Malaga is about one-third the size of Barcelona, so that fits me better as well. In the ride from the airport, I certainly saw a palet of different economic situations, but that is not unusual for any city. But where I am, there is a lot of pedestrian activity, and I am wondering if the activity will last after the weekend. I am here for three nights, and I actually have some work to do on Monday, which will be a free day here for me. I am looking forward to tomorrow, when I will go to Morocco, and I am excited about that. What I am not excited about, is that I meet the tour guide at 6:30AM, and the tour will last 12 to 13 hours. Me and my short attention span are a little bit worried about that, so look for my report tomorrow to see how it all worked out. The photo is what I see looking out the hotel window...because I am a sucker for a 10Euro room upgrade.