Malaga

Wednesday, May 13, 2026

I took my weekly medicine yesterday and wasn’t feeling breakfast, so Keith went up without me. We always look at the families walking around with their full plates and no table picked out. I would not like doing that. We always pick a table and have one person sit while the other(s) get food. Since Keith was alone, he got his food and looked for a table. The only one available was a 4-top next to the window. He ate a bit, then stood up to get a drink – about 6 feet away from his seat. A woman started sitting down in his chair. He told her he was still eating, just stood up to get a drink. She said he couldn’t sit at a table for 4 if he was only one person. He got his drink and sat down. She was moving his dishes to the side and others were joining her. He said he was going to sit there and finish his breakfast, and three of the four of them were welcome to join him. Another table opened up and they moved to the center of the room. When he finished eating, Keith looked at his phone. The woman came back to chastise him for keeping the table even when he was done eating. She was ranting at him a bit and he didn’t even look up at her. She gave up. Her adult daughter was telling her to stop harassing the man. I wish he had taken her picture, but alas, we have no photo to go with the story.

Our neighbors, Mark and Sue, spend the winter in Malaga. We went over the map with them, so I had a bit of an idea what we wanted to see. The first thing I saw when I got off the shuttle from the dock what this tree. Purple flower tree!! There were a lot of them around town and they were all stunning. Have I seen a purple flower tree? I think not.

We walked around the Roman amphitheater a little bit- an extraordinary bit of old.

We had talked to Mark and Sue about the old stuff on the hill. There are ruins up top, with a reported great view. Lower on the hill is a palace, which I remembered as a church. Something is called Alcazaba, there is a castille, and a palace. The palace and the castle are not the same place. The Alcazaba is not the name of something, it is the something. I kept calling the ruins a fort. There is no fort. Or there was no fort. Or maybe there was as part of the castle, because castles are fortified (and have prisons). I hear palace and think castle, even though I know better. Kristine and Julie were on an excursion. They texted that they were at the ruins with good views, then that they were at the castle. I said that we were at the castle, which turned out to be a complete lie, because we were at the palace. Confused. I hope so, because I like company.

The Alcazaba was a series of walls and arches and steps and overall coolness. Since I thought we were in the castle then, I thought it was a really odd castle because it had no roofs, and did not seem to have had roofs.

When we finally got to the palace, it had roofs and rooms and pretty carved stone.

The views were good.

The hill up to the ruins was pretty daunting. I was feel more sleepy than anything. I thought I could do it, but Keith voted we just go to the town. BUT we had a dual ticket. No one ever looked at our ticket; we did not go through a gate after we bought it. Huh. Look at all the old from a distance. Look at that walk up the hill. We made a smart choice.

The town is a gazillion tiny pedestrian streets that are tiled. It feels very clean because it seems like inside floors outside. There are so many restaurants we could live here. We eat out all the time. Looking down the streets was beautiful – such pretty everything.

This guy was right in front of me while I sat on a bench and had a relax. Isn’t he awesome?

We all really enjoyed the Dutch Tenors show. I really like sitting in a theater and having people sing at me. I particularly like when they are very talented.