For making you believe in magic again.

There are wishes that only come true here

I will be honest. You will not experience a Christmas like the one I am going to give you. Blame me when you want to return soon after leaving. When you get to know my streets adorned with Christmas lights. When you are moved by the lights show on Calle Larios, one of the most impressive that you can experience. Or when you are thrilled with the tradition of a different Christmas. With the City Hall’s incredible nativity scene, the decoration of the botanical garden, or a stroll through the city centre that ends with a flavourful hot chocolate at picturesque stops along the Paseo del Parque. Blame me for you wanting it to be Christmas every day.

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…