This evening I am back in Málaga for the first time all summer. We've covered a lot of ground these weeks, The Mister and I, and familiar turf is almost exotic in its overwhelming familiarness (familiarity?). But it feels really good to be back, to drive into town in the sloping hills and down towards the sea. The city is humid and swarming with sunburned tourists, and I am secretly a little glad that we've fled for the summer. We will return again in the fall when the hubbub has died down and all is quiet and the old grizzled chestnut roaster man is back at his post under the towering oak trees.
For now, we're here for a few days, staying with our friends Rosa and Mauricio, and getting all sorts of last-minute errands done (visa paperwork! pharmacy! bank! luggage exchange!) before leaving Thursday to start our journey toward America, where we'll be visiting for a few weeks.
America! Will she be the same? Will we be the same?
Glad to see you guys happy and enjoying some amazing opportunities. At the same time, saddened by the fact that Malaga is "home" and the states is just "America" now. You are missed.
ReplyDeleteAh, when you see the In & Out Burger sign - that's when you know you're REALLY home!
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