The dirty backpacker look and I have a love/hate relationship. Part of me loves being carefree in all aspects of my backpacking adventure, but there comes a time when a long hot shower, hair dryer and make-up sound pretty freaking fantastic.
The heat in Málaga didn’t stop us from taking out our prettiest skirts, lipsticks and mascaras. Oh, and I can’t forget the heels. We were walking back from the beach and saw a shoe store…the rest is history.
You might be wondering where we were heading all dressed up?! Well, we treated ourselves to an INCREDIBLE flamenco show. It was unbelievable. I felt so lucky to have seen such an authentic cultural dance in the region where it originated.
We had been warned about the inhumane temperatures of the South and luckily for us, got to witness them in full force. No air conditioning in the hostel you say? I guess I’ll just sleep here in my pool of sweat.
The last stop on our cousin adventure was in Seville. I’ve raved about Spanish architecture on here before, and I’m going to do it again. I love the colours, the fountains and the marble details. Gahhh!
Feeling very fortunate to have shared this experience with my sister and cousin.
Photos from our time in Málaga and Seville below!
That’s a wrap for the Spanish part of my trip. Where did I go next?
Our go with the flow travelling style sometimes bit us in the derrière. Booking tickets and hostels at the last-minute would get the blood pumping and the nerves ticking.
Wanting to head South, we struggled to find a way to get there. Finally, we found 3 seats on a bus towards Córdoba. Unsure about what that city had to offer, we planned on making it a one night pit stop on our way to Malaga. Airbnb proved to be the winner for accommodations that night- nothing like a break from smelly and noisy hostels.
Small cobble stone streets, dim romantic lights and Moroccan influenced architecture left us happily surprised with Córdoba. We explored a castle, got lost through winding roads and ate gelato. Fabulous.
One gelato stop has stuck with me. It was us three cousins around a table. We chatted and laughed and got lost in the direction of conversations. In that moment it felt like we were more sisters than cousins. I just remember thinking how lucky I was to be sitting in SPAIN with these two girls.
Photos from Córdoba below!
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