Although we were headed nearer to Seville, we flew into Malaga because it meant my sister could get a direct flight home to NYC at the end of the trip. We didn’t have high expectations for Malaga (its pretty industrial at first glance), but we were landing at midnight and the next day would be my daughter Coco’s 11th birthday, so I figured we had to do something fun before we headed off on a three hour drive to Trasierra, our real destination. In researching what there was to do in Malaga, I found out that Picasso was born there and that they had a great Picasso museum, designed by Gagosian architect Richard Gluckman. The Picasso museums in Antibes and in Paris are among my favorite museums in the world, so I was very keen to go.
Only problem? It was NOT Coco’s idea of a birthday celebration. I reminded her that we had already had a big birthday party for her with all her friends in NYC before we left and that this would be more of a family day, not solely focused on her. She still wasn’t having it. A museum and three hours in the car was not her idea of fun. Then I found my hook. Twenty minutes outside of Malaga is a giant water park! I promised the kids they if they indulged the adults in the Picasso Museum and a lovely lunch at Bottega El Pimpi afterwards, we would give them two hours at the water park before setting off on our drive. Done deal.
The day turned out to be a win/win for everyone. The kids actually loved the museum – how could you not? There is a reason Picasso is the most famous artist in the world. And flying down the freefall waterside with my kids on either side of me – screaming our heads off and laughing at the same time – has been one of my highlights of the summer.