Malaga

Our first stop was in Malaga, Picasso's birthplace. Apparently you have to be born in Malaga to be a cubist (thankfully, I don't have that desire). Here we are in a park there. Double click on the first picture and count how many people you can find. The next one is of Tarzan and Jane with more than jungle clothes on! These trees were simply magnificent.

We stayed in a church guesthouse so we went to their service Sunday. It is beautiful to hear God being worshiped in another language.

Dec. 31st and Jan 1st everything was closed so we had a hard time doing touristy things, shopping, or even eating. Then there is the siesta every single afternoon from about 1pm-6pm. Then they are open and/or awake until midnight or 1:00 AM. Aaargh! A friend of mine said they don't care as much about making money there. They are content with a little stuff and a lot of rest and fun. That is changing, though. Materialism is really spreading.

I have never seen so many people so dressed up in my life. High-heeled knee-high boots are all the rage along with very dressy clothes . . . everything but jeans. We felt like complete slobs!

The entire Southern part of Spain appears to have a lisp. "Grathia" and "Adioth" are some examples. It's like they have something against the letter "s." But I did find out where all the vowels that Morocco doesn't have are - they are in Spain! I counted several words 17 letters long because of their love for vowels.

We had been there less than 24 hours when we noticed that our dry, itchy, chapped skin was completely better. If we could only bring a tiny bit of humidity back to Ifrane! The weather was lovely every day with sunny skies and highs in the 60s.

P.S. there are 7 people in the first picture - Ron and Laurie's family without Abir (their Moroccan foster child) who could not come because her paperwork was not ready.