Benalmádena, once the quiet sibling of Marbella, is having a bit of a moment. Not loud, not flashy—just deliberate. Like someone who’s stopped trying to impress you and instead, decided to live well. It’s that rare mix of relaxed coastal living with the low hum of real economic traction.

Torremolinos. Even the name sounds like a misheard lyric from a Spanish pop song—cheap beer, burnt Brits, and beach towels laid out like land grabs. But that image is old, cracked like the 1970s tiles in your auntie’s Benidorm bungalow.