This morning in Málaga we strolled through the winding gardens of the Paseo del Parque. We saw parakeets gathering twigs, sudden flurries of acid green against the deep blue sky. The sun shining through the leaves of the lady palms. Through the foliage, glimpses of big white ships in the harbour at Muelle Uno.
We've seen visitors from the blue-eyed lands in cropped shorts and vests, walking past pillow-haired Málagueña matrons encased in fur. The pharmacy thermometers showing 25ºC.
We’ve visited the belén of the Diputación de Málaga, complete with tiny village bakery where the oven glows and the blacksmith is hammering jerkily at his forge. We’ve seen Fabergé-pink paté ducklings at our favourite deli, nestling among hundreds of cheeses, patés, cold meats and stuffed dates.
We’ve ‘done’ the Vegas-bright Christmas lights walk along Calle Larios, threading through noisy, happy crowds gaping at the man on stilts/clowns/living statues, levitating gurus.
Office parties sitting at long tables outside, pleasantly and politely p……ed. singing happy formless villancicos, (Tuqui Tuqui Tuquituqui, Tuquituqui Tu qui Ta, apúrate mi burrito, vamos a ver a Jesús…). Almonds roasting, chestnuts roasting, incense adding a darker note. Classical quartets, carolling kids…the Three Kings Santa Grotto... everybody seems to be walking, talking, laughing and eating.
In a week or two, we can go back to worrying about the austerity measures and the electricity bills, the whiffy drains and ‘Se Alquila’ (‘For Rent’) signs in empty shopfronts. But while Xmas lasts, for as long as it lasts…Happy Malagueños to all our readers!