The day after roaming in Barcelona admiring Gaudí architecture, we relaxed. La Rambla was the most we came to touring - it was a long (and I mean long) street full of shops, both the branded and unbranded kind. Caricature artists lined the cobbled footpaths and people dressed up extraordinarily. The things people do for money...
We had lunch that day in a pizzeria by the promenade. A bridge had to be crossed in order to get there, and I had the pleasure of watching this bridge break in three and turn for yachts to pass, then go back to how it had been. I found that innovative, at least a bit.
The promenade was beautiful. We watched the waves as we ate and that made me anticipate our next destination, Marbella, more.
The train ride was long, but in the end, worth it. Malaga was pleasant when we reached and we hauled a cab to take us to the golf resort in neighboring Marbella where we were staying. Let me just say, golf courses turn me on. Massively. So you can imagine how my mouth watered when we finally reached - an 18-holed course by the beach? Hell yeah! But going around it had to wait. The journey and the waking up early had rendered all of us exhausted. It was time for rest.
The thing about Marbella is that you look out of the window at 9 PM GMT+1, and it feels like it's 9PM IST - there's sunshine and there's heat and everyone looks restless as though their day just began. The sun goes down well into the night and that's what made us stay in bed much longer than we should have. The day ended late.
Next morning, we had breakfast by the sea. The sea here is nothing like India or Thailand - this is legitimate sea, the way seas are described in books and shown in movies. It was a brilliant beginning to the day. We went to Oldtown Marbella after that, first wandering by the promenade and then exploring its narrow streets. I drank a small glass of sangria there, in a tiny plaza beside a 15th century building.
One day, I'm going back there, and I'm going to explore without a map - that's something on my bucket list. This time was amazing, no doubt, but it left me with a thirst for adventure that unfortunately couldn't be fulfilled this time.
In the evening, I took a round on the Front 9 of the course. Playing was out of question; golf in Europe is expensive and it's hard to find graphite clubs my size in a town club. The round was a cheap consolation but it was alright in the end. I enjoyed myself and later joined the others on a round of the neighborhood. It was a nice, quiet one. I found a stack of real pine cones and a unique road bump indicator:
We left Marbella early next morning, and it taught me one thing: the sea beats all. The mountain, the snow, the meadows...the all suck some time in the year. The sea remains constant, and that's kind of beautiful.
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