Málaga is quiet this time of the year. Temperatures under 20° make it unattractive for the beach crowds and all those coming for the nature are not staying in town for long. I like it that way and I’m happy to report that food and coffee are on a whole different level than the rubbish they serve in Madrid.

6:49, push-back. On the freaking minute! I have left behind a year of delayed departures on LCCs and opted to go for a normal airline for my trip to Málaga. It has its downsides, admittedly, a stopover in Bruxelles rather than a direct connection, but I think it’ll be worth it. Departing from terminal A at TXL and not the embarrassing tin shed that is Schönefeld. No giddy teenagers trying to mask their nervousness with idle chatter.

Fun fact: Trains in Spain can be booked out, just like an aeroplane. Which then means you have to take an aeroplane instead of a train…