After my arrival, all I needed was sun, air, and peace.

The second day was for relaxing. Breakfast with a sea view, followed by a walk through the city.

Torremolinos has this special balance – you can throw yourself into the middle of life or simply lie by the sea and switch off.

A DJ played chill beats by the pool, while the beach was pure peace and quiet.

I met people from England, the Netherlands, Germany and Spain – all open, friendly and full of joie de vivre.

From the third day on, I started exploring the nightlife of Torremolinos.

From the hotel, I was in the middle of the action in a few minutes – on a street where bar after bar is lined up.

I was out almost every night, sometimes quietly with a cocktail in my hand, sometimes dancing to Latin beats or house music.

On the weekend, I even went to clubs twice – big dance floors, good music, international guests, almost like in Ibiza, only more relaxed.

The fourth day was all about discovery. After a leisurely breakfast on the hotel terrace, I took the train to Málaga. There, I let myself drift – through small streets, past tapas bars and street performers. The Picasso Museum was a real highlight, and from the Alcazaba I had a view over the whole city to the sea.

Back in Torremolinos, I ended the day with an evening walk on the beach – the sun sank fiery red into the water, while street musicians played softly.

Today was all about the beach! I rented a lounger at Playa del Bajondillo and just let the day come. Music, sun, sea – that's all I needed. At lunchtime, I had fresh fish in one of the chiringuitos, and in the afternoon I met two travelers from the Netherlands. We talked about life, travel, and freedom – these spontaneous encounters are what make Torremolinos so magical.

If you have the time and inclination today, you can visit Calle San Miguel (a street full of boutiques, ice cream parlors, and tapas bars) or the Jardín Botánico Molino de Inca (Botanical Garden with waterfalls, tropical plants, and wonderful tranquility).

A short trip took me to Benalmádena. Puerto Marina was like a small world of light, music, and movement. I strolled through the alleys, enjoyed an ice cream overlooking the boats, and felt like I was in a Mediterranean film. In the evening, I went back to the hotel – a drink at the rooftop bar, overlooking the sea, music in the background. Perfect moment.

The penultimate day was full of emotions. I used the day for one last workout in the hotel gym, then soaked up the sun by the pool. In the evening, I went through the bars again – friendly faces, laughter, music, good vibes. Somehow everything was more intense because I knew: Tomorrow is the last day.

The last day was all about the sea. I went to Beach Club Eden early, ordered a cappuccino and looked at the waves. The sun warmed my face, seagulls circled over the water – a perfect farewell to Torremolinos. I stayed there until shortly before the flight, barefoot in the sand, grateful for everything these days had given me.

When the taxi arrived to take me to the airport, I knew: This wasn't the last time. Torremolinos has touched my heart again.💛