Friday, 13 September 2019 – Málaga to Granada: Scooters, Skylines and a Spanish Road Trip

Our morning in Málaga kicked off with a flight of a different kind—this time via drone. I sent it up above the apartment and was rewarded with sweeping views of the city, the harbour, rooftops… and right there below us, the ancient Roman amphitheatre, officially known as the Teatro Romano de Málaga. Tucked in at the base of the Alcazaba, it’s one of those historic gems that makes you stop and go, “Wow, this has been here for nearly 2,000 years… and now it’s got a rooftop bar next to it.” Classic Spain.

From ancient ruins to modern fun—scooter time! We jumped on Lime scooters and zoomed through Málaga like locals with no responsibilities and questionable balance. Carol absolutely refused to get off hers—she was a woman possessed. We cruised past the cathedral, whizzed through narrow lanes, and rolled down to the harbour promenade, where we ditched the wheels and went for a stroll instead.

Lunch was paella by the waterfront, soaking up the sun and scenery. On the way back, we passed a guy intently watching a basketball match—Spain vs. Australia. Naturally, we hovered nearby. By the end of regular time, a crowd had gathered, and we were invested. Sadly, the Aussies lost, but it was the kind of spontaneous moment that travel does best.

Then it was time to hit the road—Granada bound. Our transport? Two separate cars driven by Fernando’s sister and brother-in-law, who were clearly auditioning for the next Fast & Furious movie. We clocked speeds around 150 km/h, flying past the Andalusian countryside in a blur of olive trees and heart palpitations.

We arrived in Granada exhilarated, slightly windblown, and ready for the next chapter.