Málaga. I’ve never felt so British.


Whatever you've heard about the Costa del Sol and its rep of English boozers, ugly built up complexes, roast dinners available everyday of the week, etc; Believe it. But do not assume the same for the city.  Málaga more often than not gets looked over because of all those Costa-Del-Street-Crime stories and truth is, it…

I Ran Away to Southern Spain with a Beautiful Italian Boy


1.30 am. Is this actually a joke; I've had two hours sleep. Still, it doesn't feel like you're going away unless you leave home at the crack of dawn. The Fam kindly delivered me to the airport, sending me on my way with a 19.7kg suitcase (job well done!) and the verbal last-minute checklist: 'Have…