After a fully exhausting experience in Morocco, ten of us from my program decided to break off and spend two days in Malaga (Thursday and Friday) before heading back up to Granada (Friday night through Sunday) to meet up with the rest of our group for our final school excursion with ISA.
Looking back on a full week of squatty potties, uncomfortable bus rides and questionable Moroccan food, it was an absolute oasis to arrive in beautiful Malaga, a coastal resort town in the south of Spain along the Costa del Sol that is/was home to the handsome Antonio Banderas and the one and only, Pablo Picasso.
We arrived at the hostel my friend Theo booked, and I was immediately taken aback when I saw the name: “La Casa Mata,” which literally translates in English to “The Kill House.” We walked in, and expecting to see red splattered walls and backlights, I was surprised to a find a bright, neon painted living room and a very welcoming Spanish man in his late 50’s who was a perfect throwback to the 1970s era. (He had super shaggy, long hair, was blaring classic rock music at the check-in desk, and wore a leather jacket, fitted jeans, and sandals.) He showed us up three flights of stairs to our room full of bunk beds, and within a few hours we were all very comfortable and happy with our quirky little hostel.
The next two days went by quickly – during the day we visited the Picasso museum, (incredible; it showcased some of Picasso’s original work from when he was 15 years old, all the way through the final pieces he did in his early 70s) explored the beautiful Alcazaba, (an 8th century castle that covers an entire hill overlooking the city) and of course, enjoyed the warm sunshine and spent time just relaxing all together on the beach.
See below for the view of Malaga from the top of the Alcazaba:
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