We flew from Chicago to New York, where we stayed for 2 hours before boarding an international flight to Malaga, Spain at 11:30.
We arrived at around 1 PM, because of the time difference. We rented a car, and drove for an hour to Nerja Spain. We unpacked our things, and walked to the grocery store. We all knew the challenge that lay ahead of us: getting food. Armed with a booklet of Spanish phrases and the Spanish we had picked up or knew, we walked into the store.
My mom and I walked to the deli inside, and tried to talk with the butcher. We soon learned he did not know English, so we consulted our book. We were able to buy some basics: provolone cheese, chorizo, and what we assume to be ham or turkey.
My sister and my father went and bought watermelon, French bread, mustard, lemonade, and eggs.
We had gotten some Euros from the cash machine at the airport, and marched confidently to the cashier. We paid, and walked back to the apartment.
I spent the first two days sick in bed, only eating bread and watered-down lemonade. Today is our second day, and I am feeling much better. We went to the beach, where we enjoyed several hours playing in a little cove.
All in all, our first days have been very enjoyable!