Monday January 29th 2018
Anadi and I woke to another grey day… Looking out of the window the sea resembled the English channel rather than the mediterranean!
But once outside, the air was warm and as we ran along the prom the light of the sun filtering through the clouds onto the sea was like witnessing shimmering silver magic.
We ran just 8.6k and then out for our favourite tostada con aceite y tomate y cafe con leche Spanish breakfast – before Anadi flew back to the UK.
After I had dropped him at the airport, I drove to Cudeca, the Spanish hospice in Malaga to pick up the collecting tins for our journey across España…