The cold wind plays with your hair while you’re trying to cycle to work. Just 30 minutes you repeat to yourself just 30 minutes. It doesn’t sound that long in your head. You’ve been doing this for quite some months already, another two days should be easy. But when feels like minus twelve and you’re still freezing while wearing your thick gloves, you know it’s cold. However, after two days you know you’ll get the reward: Thursday you’ll go with the bus because that evening you’re flying to… Andalusia. The region of the sun.
If you ever need to go on holidays in January and you hope for some decent weather (and you don’t want to go that far in Europe): Málaga is the city to go to. There’s sun, tapas, sangria, and nice people (and Antonio Banderas). What more could one ask for? Besides bookstores then? I just love to wander around and discover new bookstores and places. This is a city that is screaming culture. Beautiful artwork on the walls, Pablo Picasso, and lovely Spanish bookstores.
My bookish adventure already started when we entered the apartment. Okay, to be honest: the next day. We were too tired to actually explore all the rooms properly. So the next morning I found a little book collection in the living room (photo on Instagram!) and I couldn’t wait to see the rest of the stores here.
We took the Saturday to look for books in the city of art.
The first one we discovered was Rayuela. When you enter the reasonable sized bookstore, Spanish music fills your ears. It has a nice atmosphere and just a small selection of English.
We also tried to visit Ancora but unfortunately we could only peek through the window of this small bookstore (only open from Monday to Friday). There were some jazz books on the other side of the window and a typewriter as decoration. I wish we could have seen it from the inside.
Getting lost also helps you to see things you normally wouldn’t see. That is how we found Librería Léon. Again a small bookstore where the counter was on the right side in the middle (does that even make sense?!). I could see there were quite some old Spanish books but unfortunately that’s all I could see. There was a woman
blocking looking for what I think was a DVD at the front of the store. I couldn’t pass her and see the rest up closely (yes, it was that small).
Then I saw the biggest bookstores, I think, in Málaga: Casa del Libro. This one had so many different topics, three floors, and a small reading area. Even though it was enormous, I could only find Spanish books here (maybe too flabbergasted at how big it was and how I did not expect it by looking at the front door).
Then there was Códice. However, I quickly walked outside this one. I’m afraid that all the books I saw were covered in plastic. This removes the of what we all love about books: the smell (to put it more scientifically: Bibliosmia – the smell and aroma of a good book). Further it was a cute, little bookstore but I didn’t investigate a lot, I just didn’t feel I was in the right place.
Most of the bookstores had an immense selection of Spanish (that’s what you get in Spain) so I didn’t buy a book here. I did want to buy a book because I finished my January challenge (check here) on the way to Málaga. At the end I found one at the airport: The good daughter by Karin Slaughter.
I used to read her books when I was younger. One holiday I went to the library and took all of her books with me. My parents didn’t like it that 1. I went with a bag full of books and 2. I spent almost the entire time reading. What can I say? I can’t help it!
Now the book is almost finished (already?!) and I’m going to prepare for the February challenge. I will post about the January challenge (and Karin Slaughter) soon. I think this was already enough for today. That is why I will end this post by a quote I wish I knew when I went on holidays so I could tell my parents it’s only a good thing that I’m reading all the time.