Spring weekend: Part three in an occasional series about how much I love my life

The winter weather has broken, which meant the weekend looked something like this:

Azahar, or orange blossoms. Their perfumes is over the whole city.

El Pimpi.

La Malagueta.

Calamaritos fritos.

Espetos de sardinas, a Málaga tradition.

Rosado a la brasa.

Same fish, 15 minutes later.

It's hard to believe I live here sometimes.