The train ride to Málaga.

We splurged on a trenhotel for the night’s ride to Málaga. The Lonely Planet used the phrase “sheer, bloody luxury” to describe the trenhotel, so we were prepared for a James Bond-style apartment on wheels. Really, the only luxurious aspect of it was that we had the compartment to ourselves. Oh, and we had a chamber pot to ourselves.

No, we did not use the chamber pot.

Málaga.

We made a stop in Málaga because we thought it was time for some southern Spain, Mediterranean action. It was still a little cool to go sit at the beach, but the sun was out so we enjoyed the warm weather and winding streets of the center of town. There’s a castle and Muslim fort that overlooks the city, and many cute cafes with outdoor seating. For dinner, Warren and I shared a plate of fried seafood, a typical Malagueña dish. The waiter insisted that it was meant for one person. We were not able to finish it. I didn’t want to see fried fish again for weeks afterwards.

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Views of and from the Muslim fort.

A recently discovered ancient Roman theater.

This is as close as we got to the cathedral.

No … more … fried … fish …