Dropped off the bike in Benalmádena.
Then off to Málaga for a day of wandering – Alhambra, long walks, sun. I’m in shorts and a t-shirt; locals look ready for a ski trip, bundled in down jackets and scarves. Lunch at Lizzaran, because tapas are always the yummiest decision. And naturally rosada, no day in Spain is complete without it.
Dinner at El Rio – warm, low-key, and exactly what I needed.
The sunburn? Razor sharp, as per the international code of Velominati – and earned with pride and poor planning.
Now? Totally wiped.
