Malaga

I confess. Had never heard of Malaga, Spain before researching it as one of our ports of call. It is in the Andalucian area of Spain—Don Quixote country—which Greg and I are going to explore more after Debye, Jody & Pam fly back.

This was another “walking tour” day. Debye’s pedometer assures us that none of these have been less than 6 miles long. Malaga’s was (it seemed) all up hill. We left the port and headed past a sculpture of native son, Pablo Picaso, through a rose garden up (!) a steep hill (small mountain) past Alcazaba, an 8^th century Moorish

fort, up to Castle of Gibraifaro, home to a lighthouse and fortress in the early 14^th century. We started in the interpretation center in the former arsenal before circumnavigating the rock walls that remain and enjoying a perfect view of the city below.

Were disappointed to find the Picasso Museum closed. Ate lunch at an outdoor café across from the Roman Amphitheater, a 2^nd century relic unearthed in the 1990s. Passed by the Cathedral and La Malagueta, the bullring in Plaza de Toros which was built in the mid-late 1800s. Back to the ship to nurse sore feet and calves.