Let’s go on a girls’ weekend away, my friend suggested a couple of months ago, and I thought- girlfriend, you don’t have the vaguest idea what you’re getting into! 😉 Obviously flattered, I answered yes. I don’t get this sort of invitations very often, although I do have friends. 🙂 However, I had my doubts- I’ve been sustaining myself on half tank for over 14 years now and the past 3 years have really gotten the best of me. Basically all I dream of doing is chat, eat, drink and sleep. In that exact order. 😉 On top of that, I tend to want it my way or the highway, as she put it, not that I always manage to get it, but I can get really frustrated if I don’t.
With that backdrop, we joined forces at the airport on Friday at 5 am. Our flight was so early we needed to be up before 4 am, it was pitch dark outside when the alarm rang and I almost felt like crying. But when I’d gotten dressed and had some coffee, I was eager for the adventure to begin. We bought (more) coffee and found our seat, in the highest of spirits- there would be no man, no kids and no to do list for the rest of the weekend!
And for three days in a row we strolled around in short-sleeved clothes and stopped for coffee or for wine, had a bite, bought a souvenir or simply stared at people. People watching, now that’s a lovely past time activity! I’ve always felt that Norway, Scandinavia if you will, is so little diverse when it comes to what people wear and how they behave, that it’s pure delight to be abroad where youngsters with blue and green hair walk around with neither a bra, nor any inhibitions.
And although I didn’t come to love Malaga, it was still a good trip. We both got what we needed from our getaway- some golden rays, waking up without the alarm clock, friendly chats, a Thai massage for my part, lots of wine and some interesting food, too. The tapas was a bit too greasy for my liking, but at least not your average Tuesday meal.
Although we lived right in the city centre, we didn’t do anything cultural, mainly because I didn’t have the energy. I flirted with the idea of visiting the Casa Memorial Picasso, which was a stone throw away from our flat, but somehow we didn’t get around to do that, either. Also, they had a Sephardi museum that sounded interesting, next time I’ll make sure to pay it a visit.
But for now it’s good to be back. Sometimes we all just need a breather. That’s exactly what Malaga was for me. No one to call me mommy, for 3 days I was just me. When you’ve been a mom for almost 3 years (in March), you’ve almost forgotten how it feels to be just you. Still, I’d missed my girl so much, by the time I came home I couldn’t wait for her to wake up so I could hug her. “Mamma kommit”, she blurted out when she saw me laying down beside her instead of her dad. What else can you ask from life?