In three corners of my life this month a blank canvas turned to life, colour and a floor covered with rice.
“La Noche en Blanco” turns Málaga city into that blank canvas. A night of culture, music, free entry to the museums, concerts in the streets, hundreds of events to choose from between 8pm and 2am and still later into the small hours. Continue reading
This massive great cruise ship was in Málaga port last week. It is either beautiful or ugly, I’m not sure which. But it is big. Umpteen floors, 6,500 passengers, 2,500 crew. It’s the sister ship of the one that came in a couple of weeks ago, the one that people live on all year round. Both times, people flocked to the port to gaze at the ship, marvelling at its sheer size, and marvelling at the idea of living full-time on a ship. Gazing with mixed emotions, of which envy was certainly one. “How the other half lives” was a comment that was scattered across the English-language press here, and on internet forums. Not only the extranjeros of course – I listened in on the comments and joined in some of the conversations of the Spanish people lining the port. “¡Mira!” “¡Imagínate!” Continue reading