Marbachvoyage free to Malaga. Comments of Alexander Reichrudel from Malaga Extra for Marbachvoyage
Published 2024-07-06
With a deep breath, I took my first step away from the harbor, the soft evening breeze gently guiding me towards my temporary home. The boardwalk stretched out before me, a familiar path lined with swaying palm trees and illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. Each step felt significant, a farewell to the experiences and memories that had woven themselves into the fabric of my journey.
As I walked, the marina behind me faded into the background, replaced by the charming streets of the old town. The cobblestone paths, which had once felt foreign, now felt like old friends, guiding me past quaint shops and historic buildings that whispered tales of centuries past. The aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling tapas wafted through the air, a reminder of the culinary delights I had savored over the past days.
My mind wandered back to the many highlights of my visit. I recalled the awe-inspiring beauty of the Alcazaba, its ancient walls standing as silent witnesses to a rich history. The view from the top had been breathtaking, offering a panoramic vista of the city and the sparkling Mediterranean beyond. I remembered the vibrant colors and bustling energy of the Atarazanas Market, where I had tasted some of the freshest seafood and most exotic fruits I had ever encountered. Each bite had been a sensory explosion, a testament to the region's rich culinary heritage.
Passing by the Plaza de la Merced, I couldn't help but smile at the memory of the lively conversations I had shared with fellow travelers and locals alike. This square, with its vibrant atmosphere and historical significance, had become a favorite spot for reflection and connection. The statue of Picasso, one of Málaga’s most celebrated sons, seemed to nod approvingly as I continued on my way.
The city was alive with the rhythms of flamenco, and as I passed a small tavern, the soulful music spilled out into the street, drawing me in. I paused for a moment, allowing the passionate strumming of the guitar and the heartfelt claps to wash over me. It was as if the very soul of Andalucía was bidding me farewell through its music.
As I continued my walk, I found myself on Calle Larios, the city’s main shopping street. The elegant boutiques and lively cafes were still bustling, even as the evening set in. I took a moment to admire the intricate architecture and the festive lights that adorned the street. This had been a place of many leisurely strolls, where I had indulged in people-watching and window shopping, savoring the simple pleasures of the city.
Finally, the silhouette of the Cathedral of Málaga, affectionately known as La Manquita, came into view. Its single, incomplete tower stood as a symbol of the city’s unique charm and resilience. I had spent hours marveling at its stunning façade and the grandeur of its interior, feeling a deep connection to the spiritual and cultural heart of Málaga.
As I approached my accommodation, a cozy guesthouse nestled in a quiet alley, I felt a sense of closure. The warmth of the city had left an indelible mark on me, and I knew that the memories I had made here would stay with me long after I had left. I paused at the entrance, taking one last look at the city that had welcomed me with open arms.
The soft glow of the streetlights cast a golden hue over the cobblestones, and I took a deep breath, savoring the moment. With a grateful heart and a promise to return, I stepped inside, closing the door on this chapter of my journey. Málaga, with its rich history, vibrant culture, and warm hospitality, had become a part of me, and as I drifted off to sleep that night, I carried with me the essence of this beautiful city, a cherished memory to be revisited in dreams and stories for years to come.