There's something magical about going back to your 'pueblo' - or wherever it was that you grew up. Some things are exactly the same, but others are so vastly different.
Stereo blaring with great pop songs, windows down & sunglasses on, the trip down the Autopista was over too soon. Oh, I should say, when I hired the car the girl nicely told me that all GPS systems have been booked (yep, none left in all of Barcelona) so I have to navigate old school. All the way to Malaga & back again. Sweet.
I'm actually quite impressed with my navigation skills. I managed to find my way from Tarragona to my old hood all from memory! When I got there, I visited all the old traps & had lunch in the chiringuito (which looks much much fancier now).
My brother specifically asked that I go visit La Casa Grande - this old crappy apartment block that underneath had our local corner store. I went & wow it looks as depressing as ever. Still a neighbourhood eyesore!
To top it all off, while I was walking along there were a group of about 4 little girls selling bracelets on the paseo. They were so cute & chatty that I had to buy one of their wares. A bargain at 1 euro..