So, the day has finally come! We are off.
Actually, the day started roughly 12 hours early, with a small get together in our apartment with the goal to empty the remaining bottles and for everybody to take away what food we hadn't been able to consume in the days and weeks before. The get together turned into a phenomenal all-school-nighter party, with final guests leaving at 5am (thank you Sandra and Jens) and one pair of very bruised knees (thank you Bon Jovi and Alex). Given the time of our departure flight (7.30am) we decided against sleep, closed our bags and headed straight for Terminal 2, Dublin Airport. Surprisingly, the flight to Malaga was on a large plane (A-330), fully packed with Irish eager for a bit of warm weather and sunshine. We were eager too, but for sleep, so that's what we did all flight long.
On arrival in Malaga we took the train to the centre (helped by very friendly people at the station) and stored the bags and made off into the city. Contrary to popular belief, familiar drizzle welcomed us to Spain and while we'd love to say more about Malaga we can't as we didn't see much. After a quick lunch it was back to the station, where it was time to collect the bags and catch the train to Sevilla. We navigated the obligatory luggage screening and were ready for another 2.5 hours of sleep, crossing the ever more sunny side of Andalucia. On the other side of the train waited our first port of call, Elena and Henrik's wedding.
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