We spent our last evening in Spain in Malaga at El Riad Andaluz, which was more hostel-like than hotel-like. Also, it was Moroccan themed which, for some reason, seemed a little silly to us after having stayed in a real riad in Morocco. But the owners were quite nice.





We wandered around the city, including its outdoor shopping mall, visited Museo Picasso Malaga and ate dinner. At this point I was really missing Sophie and Andy—I was ready to come home. Aimee, Shruti and I searched for nearly an hour for an international phone card (the one I had ordered online at home was no longer working—nor was my cell phone) and then a pay phone. I called home. No answer. I left poor Andy a blubbering, sobbing message (and then called back to ensure him I was OK). I couldn’t have asked for better traveling companions and I couldn’t have asked for a better trip. I guess all I can say is how lucky I am to have had such a good time but to have also been so ready to come home.

That said, we’re already planning our 40th birthday trip. 🙂

“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” —Lin Yutang