3 nights in Malaga
Discovering Málaga Arriving in Málaga by bus on a calm Saturday afternoon, I take in the city’s gentle rhythm . Unlike other cities, Málaga doesn’t press; it simply exists, welcoming without intrusion. Andalusia, they say, has a softer touch than the north—and I feel it. Settling into café Iberia at the bus station, I enjoy a vegetarian tarte and a Heineken 0. It makes me slightly tipsy, so I sip some water before paying €9.20 and heading to my bus. Bus number 20 arrives almost immediately, and thirty minutes later, I check into my hostel—a clean, well-reviewed space that promises a comfortable stay. Eager to explore, I step back into the city, which was buzing with people, cafes and pizza places galore. After a quick stop at the restroom and a peek at the tidy kitchen-dining area, I wander out again. The café downstairs hums with the quiet buzz of laptops and conversation—young people working, coffee in hand, croissants on plates. How will I spend the nex...