Spain is one of my most favorite places in the entire world. It just has one drawback: they don’t play baseball there. (Sure, that building in the picture looks like a baseball stadium – but it most definitely is not!)
In the beginning of May, I was on vacation in Europe, really missing baseball. We’d just spent two days in London, and I was already experiencing symptoms of baseball withdrawal. Not only were we several hours ahead of the U.S. east coast, time-wise, I also only could check scores and otherwise use my cellphone if I was on WiFi. Not every little Spanish town in southern Spain has good WiFi.
We spent the weekend in Spain, checking out the many lovely towns along the Costa del Sol. Our first stop was Malaga, then Torremolinos, then Benalmadena, and finally Fuengirola – all non-baseball towns. Our friends from Spain showed us all the great places and local hangouts. We ate at a chiringuito on the beach, visited the Pablo Picasso museum in Malaga, and even experienced the Butterfly Park in Benalmadena. But, alas, no baseball.
Benalmadena was perhaps the most beautiful of all of the locations, with its coastal tourist area and hillside village, despite the absence of baseball. As we strolled along the marina there, we encountered several restaurants and tourist shops. As I should have expected, at least one store was selling – you guessed it – Yankees caps.
Obviously, there is no escape from the Yankees. Not even in Europe.