Málaga, the Feria

The last post's title was not right because it suggests that I went to Cadiz and Gibraltar which I didn't finally. Especially missing Cadiz made me sad since there was a friend of I could have met again after some years. And Gibraltar, well, I was just curious to see this place and now I didn't. So as I arrived in Malaga in the evening I had to find the right direction to the center which was not difficult and not far either. But the center was crowded since there were many people from everywhere to celebrate the Feria, a festival for Flamenco dancing and music playing, for eating and drinking and singing and laughing and dancing on the streets. I found the flag and I found Isabel who was there with her friend Simon. They asked me whether I was tired or still able to join them for passing half the night out. I wanted to have a shower and change clothes, then I was ready for everything that would happen. We met other friends who were already drunk a bit, we went with some of them to eat delicious, typical Tapas and drink some beer and Sangria and then we went to some clubs to go dancing but since Isabel had to work the next day, she, Simon and I left at about 3:00am to go to her home while Simon went to his. I could have my own room with a big and comfortable guest bed. We spent some time talking before we went to sleep. Isabel gave me her keys so I could stay independent visiting the city while she was working. It was hard to enjoy the city with all those loud drinking people around but I could visit the cathedral in the old center but it took some time to find the tourist information. Several times I missed it after I asked some people for it so I went back and forth several times the same street following the instructions I got but not finding it until the fourth one to ask could show it to me. There I got to know about Picasso's birth house and museum, about a Roman and a Moor castle, about a Roman theater and several other things. Then in the afternoon I met Isabel again while she was having dinner with a group of friends in the terrace restaurant on top of one of the most expensive hotels of the city. I joined them for the last dish while some of them started singing traditional Flamenco songs and so on. It was a very happy and funny round of friends. From the terrace I could have a great view over the whole city and the port and the sea which I enjoyed very much. Then we got back home because she wanted to go for a little excursion in a caravan car with her two sisters to Tarifa to stay one day at the beach. Since I wanted to go to Tarifa before I asked, not being too serious, whether I could go with them and she found it was a funny idea and she asked her sisters. After some discussion between the three of them, all by phone, they all agreed and so she and I prepared our things for this short trip. Then we went by car to her parent's town where we got the caravan car after we helped her father to fix something on the computer, then we picked up her youngest sister, Blanca, and went to another village to pick up her other sister. It was already 2:00am when we arrived at Tarifa. I forgot to mention that the deal was that I stay in the tent while the three of them sleep in the caravan car so that the sisters could stay among themselves. And so I was at 3:00am in my tent on a beach somewhere close to Morroco.

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