December 7, 2019
Gracious. At last we are in Malaga. After a busy, snowy Thanksgiving week with our Santa Fe homies + niece Vanessa + bf Adam, we lit out for a 24 hr turnaround in New York. We checked into our favorite, the Lexington (no upgrade alas), where we promptly went to sleep for 12 hours. Next day, we met nephew Carlos for a long lunch at Parker and Quinn, then back to the hotel to grab our shit and head to JFK to catch our 10 pm departure to London.
Carlos and me posing at Grand Central Station
Weather delays out of JFK meant we missed the only London Gatwick connection to Malaga so British Airways put us up at the Gatwick Premier Inn for an actually rather enjoyable 24 hours and gave us 3 meals. The room was tiny, the food was not bad; it was a bit like a minimum security prison since there was absolutely nowhere to go and nothing to see. We mostly slept and watched British auction programs on TV.
Arrived in Malaga to find that the water heater in our rented apt exploded so the owners put us up at the Hotel Larios for a night of yet another 12 hours of sleep. Today, we are moved in, gleefully well-rested, ready for some wine-drinking people-watching. Malaga is bursting at the seams for their puente, a 4 day, Friday-Monday holiday in which dining and spending is at a fever pitch. We really need to buy a flat here… we could use some of this tourism money.
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