Malaga — where Pablo Picasso was born. Nov. 3

 So it is Sunday, and so we joined the non-denominational group this morning for hymn singing, witnessing, scripture reading, and sharing. It as a good group of people, but not “worship.”

We had to leave the gathering early for our shore excursion, which was a general tour of Malaga.  

This is the cathedral in Malaga. It is unusual because it has only one tower, but I didn’t catch why.

Of course there are Roman ruins, such as this theater, and the Moorish castle above.

The bullfighting arena

Our guide kept talking about “the castle” this, and “the castle” as we continued walking downhill.  And I kept thinking that something wasn’t right — we are not going to encounter a castle in a valley!  Finally I realized she was talking about “Picasso” — NOT “the castle!”  This is the church where Picasso was baptized.

And here is the plaque that says so.

An attractive building next door to the church.

Here is the home where Picasso was born and lived until he was ten years old.

Housing in the Middle Ages were different from today, because elevators were not invented yet. Today the penthouses is the coveted residence. But then, the lower floors were most valuable.  The family lived on the lowest floor (see how fancy the windows are down low, and how they progressively get plainer?) Other relatives lived on the next floors up. The servants lived on the top floor.

Here I am, quizzing Pablo about why he was such a womanizer, and sympathizing with him about the pains of war he and his compatriots endured.

We stopped at a scenic overlook 400’ above the sea.  The ship in the middle is the Oosterdam.

Some hilltop apartments on our way to the overlook.

We had to hike down from where our bus was parked, and then hike back up again. Paul finds a spot in the shade to rest.

Just enjoying ourselves