Spain! We arrived sleep deprived after flying from Reno, NV to Denver, CO, on to Frankfurt Germany and finally Malaga Spain. Luckily for us we had an unusually empty flight on Lufthansa for the 9 hour leg so Ian and I (plus all the other ‘chosen ones’) had entire seats to stretch our legs out on. And really I ask you, what is first class? We were served meals, warm cloths to wipe our hands, complimentary wine and beer and got to lay down flat to sleep. Economy in Lufthansa makes all humans equal again.
Centro Historico, Malaga Spain
Malaga enchanted us with it’s late night lifestyle, reminiscent of Italy. The restaurants are just opening at 7 PM and we stayed out eating plentiful tapas and drinking until 11. And left plenty of people still sitting there having another! Our big lesson today was Castilian Spanish is not the same as Mexican Spanish. Fortunately the only odd thing we ended up ordering due to lack of translation was goat, which turned out to be pretty tasty!