Málaga

A short bus ride later and Lucy and I were in the beach town of Málaga. Unfortunately, the sub-par weather continued and we were forced to cope with less than ideal beach days. We didn't let that dampen our spirits though, and while it was a little upsetting at first to have made such a long trip for only a few hours of good sun, what are two girls to do? Why, explore the good eats around town, of course! Oh yeah, and we went to a Hammam too, which came highly recommended by the Office of Tourism... very relaxing indeed!

I could write a lot about Malaga, but by the end of our three days there, it was very clear that the one photo... the one moment worth sharing was the infamous (for us at least) "pescadillas."

We had these delightful and friendly looking creatures on our first failed attempt at a beach day. The closer we got to the beach, the more dense the fog became. It was a dark and misty haze descending upon us, too quick to escape from.  True to form, Lucy and I looked for a place to eat. It was a quaint seafood restaurant with white table cloths and friendly servers where we ordered five or six small plates of seafood and a hefty side of yummy potato salad. It all seemed normal enough until four of the cute sounding "pescadillas" came to our table. We were expecting small little flaky fish like the ones at the table next to us. Instead we got this:

AHHHHH! They're biting their own tail fins!

I'll stop right here, the image speaks for itself.