Malaga

N’s birthday on Monday so as always we go away. The last two years have been showery Scotland so it was decided. Sunshine was required
Choosing the Ryanair fun bus on a Friday night perhaps less good idea. I actually felt like I was in a cage of chimps, fuelled on Heineken with no manners whatsoever. It was somewhat scary, kids running up and down the aisles, near fights going on, hen weekends getting jiggy with stags and then as we were landing refusing to wear seatbelts and standing up. You can see how easily these flights can be end in tears and why the cultured Europeans despise this version of British.I felt so sorry for the crew who were ignored and abused throughout. Never felt as posh in my life!
Once we arrived it all got easy, train straight into Malaga centre and found our apartment easily. Wow, we struck lucky! Gem of an apartment, each themed by Andalusian artist and we got Santiago Ydanez. Want to take every picture home as they’re all amazing as is the room.
Had a wee wander round the local tapas bars and soaked up the atmosphere of everyone eating at midnight. So different from home.

https://www.elmuseoapartments.com/en/artists/