There was a common theme when I told people I was going to Malaga.
Slightly forced smiles and an ‘Oh, I’m sure it will be lovely’, followed by a look that really said ‘I’m sure it won’t be lovely at all. Why would anyone want to go there?’
Because I think we were all thinking the same. Malaga means Costa Del Sol, which means high rise hotels, sunburn, hankies on heads, string vests, and fish and chip shops on every corner. Right?
Turns out it is a beautiful city with an amazing old town at its heart, great shops, a maze of meandering pedestrianised streets, grand squares and a magnificent old fort.
It is also home to some very special bars and restaurants, and very tasty tapas.
We visited because we have a friend who lives out there, and because we were desperate for some sunshine, but had no real expectations.
In the end we loved it so much we’ve already booked flights to go back again in June.
Here are a few photos that show why I loved it so much: