You can sometimes divide Málaga
into two completely different worlds.
These two worlds are only separated
by 20 Kms of hills and winding roads – but could not be more different.
On one hand there is the busy,
bustling and very international coastline: the Costa del Sol.
On the other hand there is Málaga
inland… beautiful, rural, calm and often
picturesque:
the real Andalucía!
When you have a rental car, you
can still bump into gems of villages. Or let your taxi drop you in one of the 'white villages' inland.
There are villages and spots like little poems, where the people still clap their hands on the rhythm of the buleria and youngsters still snap the fingers and sing a fandango.
There are villages and spots like little poems, where the people still clap their hands on the rhythm of the buleria and youngsters still snap the fingers and sing a fandango.
Where many people are
still dedicated to the harvest of olives, or are true craftsman of wood
sculpting.
This, dear reader, is the land of
Carmen – the original Carmen came from Ronda, not Seville.
It’s the land
Hemingway loved and wrote about, and where Orson Welles has found his last
resting place.
No, Don Juan did not live here – yet you would think he did,
given the many men that seem to act and dress like him.
When you are so lucky to bump
into a village like this, away from the main road, and you see the old men
sitting under a palmtree, while teenagers skate buy on a skateboard, children
playing in the street or spoiling their favourite stray dog… you think: yes,
this is beautiful. I am so happy to be here.
Málaga is as diverse as a whole country.
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