One more day to explore this beautiful city of Malaga, so I decided on the two and half hour walking tour. There is simply too much to see but at least I was able to get a taste. Afterwards two Germans and I basked in the sun over lunch. A nap was followed by some prep for tomorrow’s ride to Nerja, fifty-one kilometers east. Dinner at nine is still difficult. Afterwards, the masses of Spaniards socializing on the pedestrian only streets is another oddity. Many woman wear the tradition head pieces of black lace propped above the back of their heads flowing down past their wastes.
With each stop I am making progress towards establishing riding contacts for future trips. This search is like prospecting for gold. A doctor from Park City, Utah has a friends that gives bike tours through Cuba. She texted him with my details. We will see what happens. Onward.
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