For turning every trip into a unique moment.

The art of living, the art of feeling

I take the blame for painting your trip with the colours of culture. For inviting you to experience more than 40 museums. For introducing you to a certain Pablo Picasso. For opening the doors of the Thyssen and the Pompidou to you. I take the blame for flamenco becoming a part of you, with its rhythmic foot-stomping, guitars, and traditional singing. For making you feel like life is a festival that is lived over and over again. For giving you chills as the jábegas cross the horizon with all their tradition. I take the blame for helping you switch off, in your favourite beer factory or with a glass of wine. I take it all. Even for all this making you want to come back to visit me.

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…