For teaching you that even without searching you can find yourself.

Spaces to discover and be discovered

I am going to have to do it... I take the blame. And I want to do it. I take the blame for you feeling like you are floating on a calm, warm sea with the sun caressing your temple. For you feeling better than at home, enjoying my breathtaking views, while you taste my cuisine just metres from my Alcazaba. I am guilty of that coolness that kisses your feet on my shores. Or of that comfort, that luxury that my hotels offer. I take the blame for everything that I make you feel. For energising you on a flamenco dance floor, for making you breathe in the pure air while you explore my promenade. I take the blame for everything. Even for you not being able, nor willing, to forget 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…