After a lot of San Juan revelry, my first Spanish exam, and an “eventful” night, I was running awake for 48 hours with 2 hours of sleep. As I like to say, there’s nothing a little caffeine can’t fix. At 5:45am, I was off to the airport for the first stop on my Andalucian adventure: Málaga. An even better treat: my dad made a stop in Spain to hang out with me on Saturday.
After catching up over a caña with my dad, we headed over to a tapas bar (El Tapeo de Cervantes) for dinner. My dad and I caught up on life and strategized my move to Chicago. (I honestly have no idea how I am going to pull this off.) It only took two days for me to be known as a “regular” here and to have the bartender sneaking single malts my way.
Next stop: Córdoba!