Girls Weekend

Traveling singer during a rendition of La Macarena
Niki, Shannon, and I went to Málaga for a girls only weekend. Niki and I left on Thursday night and got there super early on Friday. We were sitting in the bus station cafe, drinking coffee, and listening to an argument between the waiter and a Spanish speaking Chinese guy. The Chinese guy kept saying that he got three lemons on the slot machine, but it didn't pay out, so the waiter owed him thirty euros. But the waiter didn't want to hear that, because it wasn't his machine. It was nice to observe this and actually understand what was being said.
We felt like the walking dead, but we managed to find the beach and veg out for a couple hours while we waited to check in to our hostel.
Shannon got there that night, and it was off to dinner. Pescaitos fritos, pescaitos fritos, pescaitos fritos. Fried fish basically. I couldn't eat a lot of what was on the menu, but I did have some amazing gambas, boquerones, and adobo (shrimp, sardines, and shark). Sounds gross, but the sardines were the best thing I've eaten in a long time.
The next day was beach day. I don't actually believe that there are any amazing beaches in Spain. Ibiza or the Canaries maybe, but, it was a beach and that made it amazing. The water was quite blue, but the sand was coarse and dark. Later we had lunch on the beach, which is where we saw this guy at the top. He made my day. Picture it: full mullet singing the Macarena, sweat pouring down his face, and three guiry girls laughing their heads off. That's what the girls weekend was all about. A bit of cheese: Costa del Sol and touristy entertainment.
On Sunday Niki and Shannon went to the beach, and I took in a bit of Picasso. He was born in Málaga and there is a large museum with works donated by his daughter and grandson. This painting to the right Mujer con los Brazos Levantados was my favorite from the museum. It is difficult to see, but the paint was mixed with sand to give it an entirely different look. The paint was grainy and looked like it was almost glowing. It seemed to float above the canvas and not be attached to it. I just stood there and stared at it forever. I think that's one of my favorite things about Europe; there is never a shortage of art to enjoy. I'm always inspired to create my own art, either through painting or photography. FYI, one of my photos was used on a travel website. http://www.europe-cities.com then click the Portugal link. Those are my boats! It's minor, but quite exciting for me. National Geographic here I come ;)