Olé

    Leaving Granada on Sunday by train we arrived in Malaga and our home here. After onloading luggage we went out to see a bit of the town and to visit Oliva, a small bar with Lydia in charge.

Oliva's for wine and tapas

The next evening we were off again, this time on a tapa and wine tour with Felipe of Spain Food Sherpas. We began with the oldest bar and moved on eating and drinking throughout the evening. More food than we could possibly eat and all scrumptious.

    Next day we set off to the Caminito Del Rey, which for me, was a once in a lifetime hike. I was able to make the five mile journey without having Dennis call in the paramedics. What an accomplishment! Or so I think at this moment in my life which is soon to see a marker for 78 years and x number of pounds. There will be no revealing that!

The views from the trail cannot be accurately described. I just don't have enough synonyms for astounding, incredible, etc. Photos will have to do but even then the depth cannot be easily seen.

    Deanne and Scott kept coming back to check on us and then at the end moved ahead to get the taxi to come closer to the end of the trail. That was so welcome! 

    Their visit came to an end much too soon but they did so many things it was fun to see how much they could get into a day. They climbed to the castle, Castillo de Gibralfaro in the rain. We took the hop on-hop off bus. The views were breathtaking. The city and port were spread out before us, dazzling!

They also went to a flamenco show and did a review for us. We will be going next week. Such a fun visit came to an end early Thursday morning, March 24th.  

Dennis comments:

After visiting much of "old town" Malaga via the food tour with drinks and tapas in abundance or just wandering around together together or separately when Cindy and I ran out of gas, Dee and Scott seemed to enjoy it. 

    We visited the cliffs and gorges of Caminito del Rey which Cindy wrote about with pictures above. It was about an hour cab ride to the destination but worth every minute of it. After arriving and walking through a quarter mile tunnel to the trail head, we encountered the 300 - 400 foot gorge with wooden walkways 3 - 4 feet wide hung from the canyon walls, not for the faint of heart, with a stiff wind blowing and storm clouds brewing. The trek was about 5 miles long and took about 3 hours for Cindy and me to complete. Scott and Dee were off in the distance but always looking back to make sure the two old geezers were still upright and moving forward. By themselves they probably could have covered the "stroll" in half our time. This is a memory we'll carry with us forever. The taxi was waiting for us at the end and off we went, back to Malaga and more food, drinks, and experiences.