‘Malaga, the Martini of the Sea ‘ – Raphael Perez Estrada
I’ve just returned from another fabulous weekend away with my friends in Malaga . I’m currently wet through after returning from a drizzly dog walk in the woods with Mollie , my only clean jeans are splattered in mud and I’m cold because basically it is cold; more October than June ! It’s not good to be home.
Take me back to the weekend … a white wash of sunshine, fun and friends.
What better way to spend a balmy evening in Sheffield other than eating and drinking in the sunshine with one of your best mates. You have to agree there is nothing finer.
Well …. maybe if I substituted Rach for Bradley Cooper … no offence intended Rach but a girl can dream!
First off however I have to admit I did think we would be sitting outside. When the invite read ‘come and visit the new Mediterranean terrace and help us celebrate our second birthday ‘ I just envisaged it would be external. It isn’t.
The new terrace is actually inside, situated on the top level of the food court in Meadowhall where it has been for the past 2 years but it’s changed slightly. Same space, different place. The terrace is made from rustic timber, there are potted plants scattered around along with hand-painted signage. It’s all very Spanish. There are also big ceiling windows that let in lots of light, so you kinda get the feel of being outside.
Its a little taste of Spain on our doorstep.
If you follow me on Instagram. [ if your not … why ever not?] you’ll be aware that I’ve not been too good. I’ve ‘tweaked’ my chuffing back.
It’s getting easier but I’m still moaning shuffling around [ like I’ve pooped my pants for want of a better description]
It’s been pure agony at times.
After a week in sensible shoes, sporting a pained face, cursing under my breath, cursing not so under my breath and feeling very drab I’ve just met my friend for lunch in a frilly little dress complete with heeled boots.
Big heels. Make that big feck off heels. Not the brightest idea but like mum says “when has that ever stopped you!?”
We had tapas for lunch at the aptly named Tapas Revolution a Spanish Bar and Cafe in Meadowhall. It was a pleasant surprise; a lot better than I’d anticipated.
*whispers* It’s in a food court for gods sake.
I envisaged screaming kids, football shirts and too cool for school teenagers . I couldn’t imagine it being very personal and expected our food to be thrown at us. [ ok …hands up I’m an over dramatic snob!] Continue reading