|This will be fun.|
Thankfully, a few friends and the bride lingered in Malaga as well to keep the fun going, because it turns out that I'm not a movie character who finds life and love alone in Europe. I had a few romanticized ideas about flying solo in Spain that didn't come to life. Maybe some movies aren't true after all.
Idea: In the days after the wedding, I'd keep exploring the bar and restaurant scene. I'd quickly make new, local friends who'd love me, and we'd laugh and dance the night away.
Reality: I don't talk to strangers unless they approach me, and I'm intimidated by groups when I'm solo. This "self-discovery" made my romantic idea a bit difficult. Only servers approached me, and even that took some effort. And when I asked my favorite server to dance, he asked me to leave since he was "working" and it was "2 p.m."
Idea: There are endless sights to explore in Malaga! I'll have endless entertainment; a week won't even be enough. Sightseeing is easier alone anyway, allowing me to go at my own pace.
|Move, old steps.|
Idea: I'd be easily entertained on my down time, writing my memoirs in my cozy apartment while drinking coffee or beer. When I finished my novel, I'd read numerous books on my Kindle, either at a cute street cafe or on top of a castle. This might even lead to someone interesting approaching me!
|No time for writing; I'm busy.|
Idea: This modern art museum will be inspiring and take up my entire day.
Reality: It's only 3 p.m., now what? And now I'm kind of disturbed.
Some jokes aside, my time in Spain was all the fun and fiesta, and after a solid week, I was ready to flap on to the next plane and next magical wedding. Maybe one day I'll learn that life isn't like the movies, although the 2 weddings were even better than Hollywood could create.
My worst trip ever!
"Good Coffee Gone Bad."
"Bon Jour! Where am I?"