Málaga bewitched me...

Legend has it that the streets of Malaga were once haunted, each corner and inhabitant ensnared by enchantment, bound to the city for eternity. As dusk falls and the sun retreats, the magic awakens, illuminated by the shimmering moon. The coastal beauty is breathtaking, with the melodious lapping of the waves casting a spell of enchantment. Sitting by the water, witnessing the sunset, is an unparalleled spectacle, a moment of intimate connection with the sea's scent.

Yet, it's not just the sea that captivated me; it was the streets, the warm-hearted people, the quaint bars, and the thrill of exploring the town center. Sampling delicious dishes at the market, gazing upon spectacular sunsets from the heights of the Alcazaba – each experience left me spellbound. I didn't want to leave; I yearned to linger, to capture more moments, to document the vibrant life I dream of one day enjoying.

In Malaga, time seems to slow down, allowing for appreciation of art, indulgence in fine cuisine, immersion in the lively nightlife, or simply watching the world go by. As I closed my eyes, a flood of emotions washed over me: melancholy, joy, longing, sadness, hope. Malaga bewitched me, and I fell deeply in love with her.