Día Uno
Terrace I
Jet lag is a real thing, but this time I decided to skip it. I stayed up for a full 34 hours after a very noise ridden flight to Lisbon with a two hour layover and then to Malaga. To say I was tired was an atrocious understatement. In addition to all the talking that pre-cursed my slumber, I also had to endure my mom mentioning my black-heavy wardrobe several times as if some apology were needed. I digress, sleep, yes sleep was very much needed.
When I awoke at nine fourteen this morning, I felt rested and ready to begin my day where my Tia greeted me with homemade Arepas, jamon serrano, and coffee. My Aunt has the terraces, one with a view of the mountains and the other of the sea. You cannot evade the beckon of tranquility as the breeze whips lightly through the curtains, sun beaming. Speaking of sun, it’s hot as hell here. I came here during the winter last time and so this is a different climate I’m in this time. Thankfully, I brought clothes to endure the heat.
Arepas y Jamon for Breakfast
We pretty much lazed today. I do miss having a person of the lifestyle I’m accustomed to here, my family is fantastic, but I hardly think they’ll want to come to a show or a bar with me. Today was more about recuperation and conversation. This afternoon, my cousin, Nena and I decided to head down to the beach where I found many lying half naked on the sand. The wind was very strong today so it did not make our walk the most enjoyable, but still, it was nice to leave the apartment.
Our night ended with pizza from Carlos, some beers, and me watching seagulls yell at a cat down below. I was able to watch an episode of Bridgerton in Spanish to appease my mom since I watched all four episodes hastily before this trip.