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Waking up this morning we had two choices. We had a very late night flight to catch from Malaga this evening so we could spend the day in Tarifa or get the drive out of the way and head to Malaga and spend the day there, closer to the airport. We settled on the second option so that Dan could relax without thinking about having to do the drive (I’m always the passenger – this girl is a serious hazard on the roads!) later on.
It seemed like we’d made the right choice when we stepped outside to find the windiest day yet so after a quick breakfast we jumped in the car and headed down the coastal road back to Malaga. It was nice to be able to do this during the daytime instead of the dark (as we did on the way there) as the scenery was absolutely stunning, green rolling hills and mountains on one side and crystal clear waters on the other.
Arriving in Malaga we handed back our hire car and decided to use the train to get around so we didn’t have to worry about taking the car back later. We caught a train into the centre and walked through Malaga to the port and then to the beach. It was still windy, but much less so and as it was 3pm we decided to head out for lunch. I wanted a beach bar with a view so we headed to Chirunguitos Tropicale on the front which seemed popular – so much so that we waited 30 mins for an outdoor table.
It was worth the wait – shared starters of tuna carpaccio with goat’s cheese mousse and the Gambas Al Pil Pil. We were shocked at the amount of tuna for the price, in England you’d get a couple of slices but here the plate was piled high and the goat’s cheese mouse was acidic enough to cut through the fattiness of the tuna perfectly. The Gambas were pretty good – we should be experts by now, the amount that we’ve had during our trip. Another bottle of Albarino to toast the trip with matched the food really well.
But the star of the show was the main course, fresh Bream for him and Sardines for me cooked on an outdoor charcoal grill that we could see from our seats! They had the perfect amount of salt to cut and were crispy and juicy and we added a roasted pepper salad to complete the meal. We finished the meal with Vermut – a drink I discovered last time I was in Madrid, which doesn’t seem to be popular anywhere other than Spain. It’s a red Vermouth with spices and orange zest, almost like a cold mulled wine but slightly stickier and sweeter.
A doze on the beach followed by a walk through the Old Town and it was almost time to leave. One last Tapas stop for dinner was on the cards. We found a really cute, authentic Tapas Bar, off the main tourist streets and ordered Habas con Jamon, Jamon Iberico and Baccalau Al Ajillo. One of the yummiest meals I’ve had – the beans with Bacon were simple yet surprisingly tasty, the Jamon was definitely up to standard and the cod was cooked beautifully in a tasty garlic butter.
Sad to leave we made our way back to the airport, where we were delayed for an hour (grrrrr) and flew home.