I found Málaga to be surprisingly beguiling. We'll start with the bit I forewarned my friends about with "if you don't want hardcore Catholicism on this trip, that's fine".
On Easter Sunday, I saw bits of the final Semana Santa procession of the year. An ancient tradition featuring penitents in capirotes and hundreds of people carrying shrines to Jesus and Mary. I enjoyed seeing bits of humanity and modernity, such as organisers with radios and water bottles resupplying thirsty marchers, hooded marchers talking to each other, or float bearers supporting each other when struggling.









