For revealing that your dream location exists.

A sensation in every square metre

I feel guilty, I confess. Guilty of surprising you with a warm sea that embraces you. Of energising you with the singing, the dancing, the flamenco that travels through your veins. Guilty of giving you goosebumps in front of my grandiose cathedral, my Roman Theatre, a museum, and others. Of the purchases that you make on Calle Larios. I am guilty of overwhelming your palate with incredible flavours. Of raising a glass on a terrace with a view. Of making you feel that I am much more than a destination. I am a journey for your senses. If we are talking about all this, of course I am guilty.

Confessions of a city

I am Malaga and I feel guilty. I confess.
It is me, the one who called you without calling you.
The one who tempted you without tempting you. The one who, without you realising it, trapped you between its landscapes, among its people, within its way of life.
I feel guilty for…