The last day and night in Malaga. I spent all three times: morning, afternoon and evening on the open broad mall-street. In the morning, just a few restaurants were open, and by noon, there were more, and then, as usual, night time brought the hoards of people to the street with shop doors wide open.
That’s not all the night did, for it brought out the old folks, young lovers, parents and children and solo folks like me.
There were weirdos, classy looking people, and just normal folks. There were fat people eating fat food, and skinny folks smoking cigarettes.
Then there were the street entertainers; and that included a holy looking man. I guess he was supposed to be Jesus. He wore a long white robe, sandals and long hair.
When someone put a tip in his basket, he gave them a hug and blessed them.
It all looked so beautiful and sweet, until…Jesus took a break, pulled a cigarette out of his jeans pocket, leaned against a light pole and lit up.
Then there was the couple who defied gravity. While one held up the other by just holding on to a thin pole, the other sat suspended in the air. That was amazing and drew more of a crowd than Jesus.
A newspaper man was totally covered with newsprint, and simply sat on a chair that was covered with newspapers, wore a newspaper hat and read a newspaper. I’m not sure what he read, but he was on the same page when I went back to look again: definitely emerged in the news, this man.
The bull fighter was the funniest. He was dressed in a toreador outfit; hot pink and bright blue, with tights and a traditional red, bull-fighting cape. He waited behind a sign until someone got the idea that he would begin his schtick whenever he got a tip; so since I saw his performance earlier, I dropped a tiny coin – really unworthy of the performance – and he began to fight the bull. Oh, the bull was a tiny stuffed toy that, of course, didn’t charge, which made it funnier. Then toreador would stop and wait again for a tip, and he’d continue until another stop and another tip.
So this amounted to my time in Malaga. I didn’t get to see much really because of my illness. But I’m grateful for what I saw and experienced and happy I recovered.