Well, today I really
started enjoying myself. I was ecstatic.
As I walked along the
harbour road the shore spread out to my left and right. To my left,
the harbour and the city, stretching out into the distance. To my
right glorious sparkling beach for miles and miles, and more city
behind it, as far as the eye can see. This was gonna be a big cookie
to swallow. Where do I start?
With lunch. On the
beach. I was tempted to bring my ukelele on my Malaga adventure, but
its weight put me off. I regretted this at once, because playing a
ukelele under palm trees has to be done at some stage. I’m going to
befriend the costume tech and make a strap for it's case. Still, it
made for a good chill. I stopped for at a cafe for a drink and texted
home. Then I started to walk upwards towards what looked like a
castle.
Below the castle was a
winding steep zig-zag pathway up the hillside intersected with the
most glorious gardens imaginable. I was absolutely awestruck. The
view was stunning. The city, the bullring and the pier stretching out
ahead of me, capped off by the Majesty, waiting for me in the
distance, funnels smoking.
About half was up I met
a classical guitarist, busking. His playing was splendid, boisterous
and soulful, yet completely completely relaxed. We started chatting.
He asked me if I played – I said I did, and he handed me his
instrument. I said I played pop, but picked out my wobbly version of
Angie. He was gracious about it. He told me to look up Paco De Lucia,
that he was the No. 1 flamenco player in the world. He also wrote on
my gpad envelope 'Entre Dos Aguas'. No idea what that means, but when
I get google, I'll check it out.
The graffiti on the
leaves of the plants in the garden was one of those little things
that really sticks with me.
After that I climbed up
to the castle. It was breathtaking. I see what Jimi meant with
Spanish Castle Magic now. Amen brother! The view was a stunning
panorama of the whole city, most intriguingly into the most enticing
private swimming pool I’ve ever seen.
Anyway, back down the
hill, I decided to find a post office. Asking for directions, I
failed pathetically. Still, I did find a tourist tat stand that sold
stamps and had a baby post box. I popped a birthday postcard in for
mum.
Ah crap! Another camera
fail. All the pics I took today went onto the internal camera memory.
I don't have a lead for the camera. I can't find a way to copy them!
GAAAAH!
Anyway, then I went for
a long walk around the town and saw heaps of bits and bobs that I
just thought were fab. The dry river down the centre of the city was
particularly beautiful, I have to find out what the graffiti on it
reads.
Last nights gig was a
belter. Loved every second. Thank god I’m back on form. Or someone
at least :-)
Adios! xxx
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