Málaga

  Málaga has built a great new port with a lot of space for the cruise liners. Most of the huge boats head for Africa. I would love to go to Africa but not on one of these cruise ships. Africa is not far. The big fences with the barbed wire are not far from here either.
In my back is an avenue with palm trees. Parrots are singing.
Tonight I’ll drink too much vino tinto and eat tons of tapas. There is a Bavarian beer fest in town. I might drop by.
Eventually I feel like Picasso: He was born in Málaga, left when 19, and never came back.