It's raining and the rain is badly needed in Malaga. But what do the turistos do when it rains? Especially when there is NO whining allowed? We go to the large market. Moving through the aisles of fish, meats, chesses, iberico jamon, fruit of every kind, an adventure in tastes and smells, sights, and sounds. And everything FRESH, fresh, fresh!
As you move through the aisles you are treated to tastes and it is very hard to resist the jamon, the queso, the huge strawberries. The olives are tangy, firm and crisp. They've not been stored in jars on the store shelf for months (or years). It's not possible to get better olives anywhere in the world (opinion warning).
We exited the market to go across the street as the rain again began to pour. There we had a quick breakfast--cafe con leche with a croissant. A small bar but one with a bathroom, perfect!
We headed home meandering through the small streets of the old town always heading north and west. Finally home!
A rainy day for Dennis...
I must admit, many times I like rainy days. Even when I'm home in B'ton. On those days, I can't golf. I can't work in the yard, so I get to putter inside, or just sit and read. Perfect. Same here in Malaga, Spain. We've been pretty busy with day trips in both cars and buses so sometimes it's just nice to sit and relax.
Since it was raining today, we planned to walk to the huge market between when the weather man said it would be DRY outside and when it would start to rain. The knowledgeable sage said it wouldn't start raining until 1:00 PM. We left for the market (about a mile away) at 10:00 AM and with a comfortable stride, arrived before 11:00 with a backpack, shopping bag, and umbrellas, just in case. Fifteen minutes later it started to rain. So much for the sage but we were already inside the market so we started shopping. An hour later, it was still raining so coffee and croissants were in order. After that, still raining. So we popped our "umbrellies," shouldered our foraged goods and headed back to camp. Of course, there were possibly 200-300 shops on the streets for Cindy to ogle or linger at on the way back. But after 45 - 60 minutes we were back home. Now what should we do?
It's technically afternoon so how about a glass of wine? She poured red, I poured white. Cindy washed the fruit and got out the tomatoes, olives, cheese and jamon we just bought at the market and made a pleasant presentation on our kitchen table. After each of us filled a small plate, she headed to the laptop in the living room and her Ethiopian project and I got my book and headed to the couch. The only question? Hmmm, which restaurant should we walk to for dinner tonight? There's probably about 20 - 30 within a half mile. Like I said, I like rainy days. 😉
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