Day two. Long flight from Vancouver to Frankfurt. Nice to travel in business class but what good is reclining seat if it is like sleeping on a park bench anyway. Arrived Malaga late afternoon and after checking in wandered around the old town. All the locals are out in force enjoying the Christmas lights and street entertainers. We buy some scarves. This allows us to blend in seamlessly; no one can tell we are tourists. No one eats before 8 or even later but we are starting to fade. Find a nice little restaurant and enjoy some grilled dorado fallowed by figs in brandy. Accidently order a whole bottle of local red (Temperanillo/cabernet) but have no trouble drinking it.