Calle Ancha, December 2016. My first trip to Marbella was something of a mission. Waking up at the crack of dawn, I took the bus over from Malaga City. It was all about getting my repaired MacBook picked up in time for Christmas after a disastrous coffee spill. Meeting a man called Joey at the bus station, I reclaimed my precious Mac and set off into town for a half day of exploring. I’d been hoping to grab some breakfast, but it was barely 9 o’clock and most cafes were still shut as I made my way down deserted Calle Ancha into the historical centre.
Ermita De Santiago Church, December 2016. Having eventually destroyed a hearty breakfast at Café Reloj (The Clock Café), it was off around town where I soon stumbled upon the pretty Ermita De Santiago Church in the beautiful Plaza de los Naranjos. It was a tiny little church dominated by a massive model nativity scene, highly detailed and complete with moving parts.
Carmen, December 2016. Marbella was so much calmer and authentically Spanish than I’d been expecting. Sure, there were a few English accents here and there, but the prevailing vibe was one of locals chatting over morning coffee and shopkeepers standing outside their storefronts to soak up some sun. Carmen meanwhile is a wide, whitewashed street of potted wall plants that leads to the impressive Iglesia de la Encarnación (Church of the Incarnation).
City Beach, December 2016. Marbella’s best beaches are out of town, but I only had time to take a stroll down the modest stretch that lies just across from the town centre. After weeks of appalling rain and floods in the region, it was a sunny day and a welcome reminder of why I’d moved to the South of Spain.
Marbella From The Rocks, December 2016. A walk down the beach’s rocky pier offers up fine views of Marbella’s high-rise hotel skyline. Unfortunately I had to scurry back to Malaga that day for my afternoon classes, but instinctively felt that I had unfinished business with Marbella and that one day I’d be back.