El Acebuchal: A Final Hurrah
This is the first blog entry that I have written after returning from our adventure in Spain, but there are a few loose ends to tie up to finalize this blog. With less than one week remaining in Spain, we made one final side trip within Malaga province. As I explained in the last post, Spain’s de-escalation plan allowed us to travel within our home province, but we could not leave the province until Spain exited the state of alarm. Since so many other trips had been canceled and we had decided to return directly to the United States instead of traveling further in Europe, we figured we should take advantage of the opportunity to visit some of the small, whitewashed pueblos in Malaga province. We started the journey by riding the train to the Malaga airport, where I thought I had found a great deal on a rental car, which cost only $8 per day (more on that later). As we exited the train, it was like entering a ghost town. The airport was completely disserted, except for a few taxis