I caught a bus from Granada down to the gorgeous coastal city of Malaga. Having run the numbers, I faced that I would have just enough time to look over the Picasso Museum, catch something to eat and find my way back to the bus station. It worked. I found a most delicious vegetarian restaurant, serving eggplant grilled with tomatoe sauce and cheese and pasta with wild mushrooms. The Picasso Museum had every little scrap of paper he had ever scribbled on...at one point I noted, this man was really into women...the way he looked at them--how they impacted him--he must have been an amazing lover. Then I wandered into a world press photo exhibition on water and violence. Very powerful photography. Every moment in Malaga had to be treasured in that I had so little time.
I then caught a bus to Algeciras, chatting the whole time with a clinical psychologist from Granada who is a practicing Buddhist and lives a life at least as unconventional as mine. After the busride along the gorgeous Southern coast we landed in Algeciras. It was too late to catch a ferry and so I found a little hotel and crashed for the night