Last night I opted for a salad at one of the nearer restaurants. It was an “Ensalada de Granada” which had lettuce, tomato, olives-both black and green, red peppers, and oranges on it. It was a salad, so….
This morning’s breakfast was early, but really good. A nearby cafe offered Breakfast Bowls. I think they pander to tourists, but it was perfect for my morning - yogurt, granola, kiwi fruit, papaya, and bananas, sprinkled with chia seeds. And my regular morning Cafe con leche.
On my way to the train station I stopped off to get lunch. I swear I ordered Chicken - pollo. Instead, I got ribs. Oh well. I’m still trying my inadequate and evidently horrible Spanish. And another picture of this pastry I love so much - Bomba de Natal. It’s the round one in the center. Ok, I admit it, I had another one! Anyway, after some investigative work asking Walter about them and him asking me if they were Portuguese, I looked up a recipe on the internet and sent it to Walter. Although my Spanish is bad, I do recognize the difference between Spanish and Portuguese and it certainly looked like it was Portuguese. Walter confirmed it - Portuguese. Sorry, Spain; my favorite dessert pastry in your country isn’t even Spanish. I suppose that just gives me an excuse to try more pastries!
Grabbed the train to Malaga, with a transfer in the middle of nowhere. Found my new apartment which has a spiral staircase to go up to the bedroom!
After checking in, I headed to the Malaga Cathedral. There is really nothing remarkably special about the cathedral. It was built in the strictly Renaissance style in 1528 and finished in 1782. It’s big and beautiful.
As you can see from this picture the south tower remains unfinished.
The two organs are massive! I can’t imagine how they sound.
Do you see something that seems out-of-place in a 16th-18th Century church in this picture? Keeping up with the times, both sides, the lectern side and the pulpit side, have screens that pull down.
The monstrance for this church is much plainer than the ones I saw in Toledo and Cordoba.
After touring the Cathedral I headed to one more spot for the day. Malaga is a famous artist’s birthplace. Any idea who? I’m not really a fan of his work, but he is considered one of the top artists of the 19th Century. His birthplace and family home is now a museum and holds only two of his sketches and two ceramics he had done. The rest of the museum is used to tell his life story. In a secondary museum down the street, his life story continues, sort of, and exhibits a large collection of his nephew’s paintings who painted primary in his same style. The nephew became famous in his own right and tried additional techniques, such as Pointallism. The two of them, uncle and nephew, actually collaborated on one painting in the collection; the left half done by the nephew and the right half done by the uncle. His nephew was Javier Vilato. Can you guess? You’re cheating if you have to do a Google Search (lol). I’ll share the name tomorrow.
And finally, I went out this evening at the 9:00pm hour for Spanish dinner. And I must have ordered off the fried food menu - Sardines and stuffed mussels and a glass of Sangria. And tapas are indeed really meant to be shared - this was a lot of food.
There was a full table of guitar players/singers in costume - being in Spain I would say they are Flamenco players, but the music didn’t sound like Flamenco. So, I don’t know who/what they were.
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