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I'm writing this a bit late since I've had a week without internet. But I feel that Malaga needs to get an entire essay because so many things happened there.

I was only in Malaga for two days. I didn't really go to the beach and saw little more than the Picasso museum, the center, the hostel and offcourse Freaggie Rocks.

3rd stop - Malaga nights

Anna Sofie Andersen
2006-08-21 17:53:37

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I'm writing this a bit late since I've had a week without internet. But I feel that Malaga needs to get an entire essay because so many things happened there.

I was only in Malaga for two days. I didn't really go to the beach and saw little more than the Picasso museum, the center, the hostel and offcourse Freaggie Rocks.

But before telling about all of this I would like to comment on an e-mail my better half and beautifull friend Sofie wrote - you asked if I could hook up with a Spaniol so that you could have a contact in Spain when you got elder. Well what would you say about a contact in Holland instead?

When I after a long and lost walk around central Malaga finally came to my hostel and bed, I got greeted by two guitars on the bed and a Dutch guy apologizing that he and his friend were so messy. I started feeling my toungue swollowing and my heartbeat getting into a gallop. Need I say more about the feelings of a young girl. I was Sandra Dee and I had met Danny Zuko - literally. Never have I
seen anyone looking so much like a celebrity, but whenever this Dutch guy who had fastly become the one and only, smiled or laughed there was no doubt about the similarity to Danny Zuko. So because of my galloping heart and a magnetizing feeling I spended most of my first day in the hostel and fastly discovered that my one and only and his friend both were excellent guitar-players. They sang and played all day long; brazilian, tango...etc. It could break the heart of any girl - and me in particular, already being so vulnerable.

In the evening I started up by getting halfly drunk with a group of Australians and a French girl all of whom I beated in Cheat whereafter they soon discovered that most of the cards were under my chair. But we got drunk and had lots of fun. Later in the evening the Dutch guys entered and once again did I feel lost and little and giggling. A while past midnight we ended up going out. We went to Freaggie Rocks - a place now burnt into my memorie as the best partying of Malaga. All the classical songs; "I will survive", "Grease Lightning" (which now had an extra meaning), "Pretty woman", "You can leave your hat on" and many more. - And bim bam boom the Dutch guy became my Dutch guy.

As we left the bar we met an old homeless guy begging money with a guitar just outside. After giving him some money the Dutch guy borrowed the guitar and a crowd fastly gathered around clapping and singing. Six o'clock in the morning and the party continued in the street with a very good looking an extremely talented Dutch guitarist in the middle. And he was mine.

The next couple of days continued with him at my side and lots of brazilian rythms and songs that could have broken any heart. No one left the hostel much for those days, all staying, listening and enjoying.

It broke my heart when I had to leave, but this is the life of a bagpacker, of a globetroot. You meet so many people and when you are stupid enough to fall for any of them you know you will get hurt. But I flatter myself that Holland is not so far from Denmark and that I will be able to keep in contact and maybe go to Holland for a weekend some time. Who knows and maybe, dear Sofie, I will start a life there and you can come and visit me in the tulip season. And we can drink beer and talk of all the beautifull memories we have.
Sofie my darling. I will never move further away from you than a short car drive, so Holland might do it.

A big smile from Sandra Dee to Danny Zuko, Sofie, Mum and all you people out there who has a heart in gallop.

Anna