Andalusian birthday
I have always envied people born in the summer, because they have such prospects for celebrating their own birth. . . Therefore, I realized that no matter how rainy autumn is in Kyiv, somewhere the sun is sure to shine and palm trees "bloom". Therefore, for the last three years in November I have been going to warmer climes. But most of all I remember the trip to Andalusia - the carved cathedrals of Seville, the deserted beaches of Cadiz, the snow-white streets of Cordoba and finally Malaga, occupied by British pensioners.
In fact, there are not many options for spending time in this resort town. The first point is, of course, a visit to Pablo Picasso's father's house, the second is a walk along the Antonio Banderas promenade (the inhabitants of Malaga honor their countrymen and remind tourists of this in every possible way), but the rest of the time my friends and I spent on La Malagueta beach. Sand was specially brought here from the Sahara, and a light sea breeze also seems to blow from the African continent.
