I wake up this morning and the first thing I think is 'How hot!' I have always hated high temperatures if I am not close enough to the sea to enjoy them from under an umbrella complete with a view of white beach and swaying palm trees. Ah, the sea... so, one thought is enough to bring to mind my last stay in a seaside resort: Malaga. An enchanting location in Andalusian Spain that, in addition to being Pablo Picasso's birthplace, is home to a vibrant and fresh nightlife. It only took us a few days to appreciate it. In fact, in the evening (or rather at night, since no one goes out for dinner before 10 a.m.!), after a more than satisfying PAELLA you just have to enjoy the sea breeze that leads you from the streets of the center to... El Pimpi! All you have to do is choose the entrance from which you want to enter the place to enjoy the magical atmosphere inside. El Pimpi is perhaps the most famous nightlife hangout in the Malagueta, with the classic ritual photos hanging on the walls to remind you that VIPs also pass through their doors, all decorated with hand-painted ceramic tiles that announce the name of the club to you as if it were a shrine. A superficial glance is enough to make it clear that 'Moscatel' is going strong: a delicious liqueur, thick and fragrant. It's a pleasure to taste it, except that in front of you you have four friends gobbling it down like it was vodka! But anything goes, we are in Malaga, where bars and discos see the sunrise. El Pimpi, for one, invites you to enter as if it were an integral part of this city, leading you into a cozy environment, with a somewhat retro taste thanks to the plant-rich interior furnished as if it were an outdoor space: iron tables and long corridors that look like alleys in a wonderland outside of time. Tables are perpetually occupied, but luckily there is no shortage of space between ground floor and elevated, as well as exteriors overlooking Roman ruins that belong to a forgotten era but so in keeping with the rest of the historic center. Many groups of young people like us stop outside the venue for the classic photo op, aided by the striking red carpet a few meters away, well-placed for the Film Festival, and the barrels that bear the engraved name of this oasis of Iberian euphoria: El Pimpi.