We arrived in the small coastal town of Torremolinos in the evening. The old white houses, narrow streets, wine, and music from the terraces all seemed like something out of a dream. The next morning, I went out to the sea when no one else was there yet. The waves rolled gently onto the shore, and the sun slowly rose above the horizon.
I sat on the sand and listened to the silence that only exists by the ocean. An old fisherman with a basket in his hand walked by, nodded, and smiled. At that moment, I realized that true relaxation is not found in hotels or excursions, but in simple, living moments.
The sea here is not just water; it breathes, it listens. And Spain… Spain invites you to slow down.