The train ride from Málaga to Granada takes you from the sea to the mountains, through stunning valleys bathed in crisp sunshine and fleeting mist, among vineyards and olive groves, in a brief hour or so. Provided there is no lady, Anna Karenina like, on the rails. But there was, and we waited in the…
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House of the Winter Sun- A Visit to Málaga
I stepped on the tarmac of Málaga Costa del Sol airport, and I took a deep, hungry breath. I immediately felt it. Plane exhaust. But beyond it, something unmistakable, tugging at the deepest recesses of my sensory memory. Salty, briny, fragrant, almost like an infusion of moss and minerals. I screamed, internally, like the Greeks…
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