The morning was random and cosmopolitan in the way that only big cities can be. While I was on the computers in the hostel, an Italian guy came along and started explaining a hip-hop beats game to me, in Italian. Luckily, it's similar enough to Spanish for me to have had some idea of what he was on about. Then, there was Mexican music on the metro.
I found Sabrina or, rather, she found me. She'd accidentally got off a stop too early, and been forced to do a little metro mission to get to Estación Sur.
As if Sabrina hadn't had enough of buses, we bought our tickets to get down to Marbella, before wandering off in search of a cafetería (or something of the like) for breakfast. When we found one, it was full of agentes de movilidad (mobility agents) - in true Madrid style!
Six hours of bus travel followed: there were tears, strange noises from the toilet, heart-to-heart conversations, and multiple languages.
Marbella greeted us with rain, yet we walked from the bus station to the town centre.
Checked into our hostal (Hostal el Castillo) in the old town centre (casco histórico), and then went off for a long wander down the beach front.
Found a little tapas place near the water for dinner. Cheeky waiter brought us our many tapas dishes and set them down on the barrel-table with a 'para las francesas que tienen hambre' (for the hungry French girls). Sabrina had told him about her bus marathon and, of course, if she was French, I must be too.
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