#visit malaga

[esnerja]

Descubre la Encantadora Cascada de Maro: Un Paraíso Natural en la Costa del Sol

La Cascada de Maro, situada en la pintoresca localidad de Maro, cerca de Nerja en la Costa del Sol, es un destino imprescindible para los amantes de la naturaleza y el turismo activo. Esta cascada, también conocida como "Cascada de Burriana", es un rincón escondido que ofrece un espectáculo natural único y una experiencia inolvidable para quienes la visitan.

¿Cómo Llegar a la Cascada de Maro?

Para llegar a la Cascada de Maro, lo mejor es dirigirse primero a Nerja, una ciudad bien conectada por carretera desde Málaga. Desde Nerja, se puede tomar la carretera N-340 en dirección a Almuñécar hasta llegar a la salida hacia Maro. Una vez en Maro, sigue las señales que te llevarán al paraje natural de los acantilados de Maro-Cerro Gordo, donde se encuentra la cascada.

Qué Hacer en la Cascada de Maro

Senderismo: El acceso a la cascada requiere una caminata que atraviesa un hermoso paisaje mediterráneo. El sendero no es demasiado difícil, pero se recomienda llevar calzado adecuado y agua.

Kayak y Paddle Surf: Una de las formas más populares de llegar a la Cascada de Maro es en kayak o paddle surf desde la playa de Burriana en Nerja. Este recorrido te permite disfrutar de las impresionantes vistas de los acantilados y del mar cristalino.

Natación y Buceo: La poza formada por la cascada es perfecta para nadar y bucear. Sus aguas claras permiten observar la rica fauna marina de la zona.

Fotografía: La Cascada de Maro es un lugar de una belleza escénica excepcional, ideal para los aficionados a la fotografía. La combinación del agua cayendo, la vegetación exuberante y el entorno rocoso crean un escenario perfecto para capturar momentos únicos.

Consejos para Visitar la Cascada de Maro

Respeta el Entorno: La Cascada de Maro se encuentra en un espacio natural protegido, por lo que es importante respetar el entorno. No dejes basura y sigue las indicaciones de los carteles informativos.

Mejor Época para Visitar: La primavera y el otoño son las mejores estaciones para visitar la cascada, ya que el clima es más suave y hay menos turistas.

Seguridad: Si decides llegar en kayak o paddle surf, asegúrate de llevar un chaleco salvavidas y comprobar el estado del mar antes de salir.

Curiosidades de la Cascada de Maro

La Cascada de Maro tiene una altura de aproximadamente 15 metros y se precipita directamente al mar, creando una imagen de postal que combina agua dulce y salada. Este fenómeno natural no solo es una atracción turística, sino también un punto importante para la biodiversidad de la región.

[amaliathereader]

[helianskies]

hello! sometime ago you mentioned you stayed in andalucía for a while, and i was curious as to where exactly you went to (because i'm andalusian!). i hope that, wherever you were, you liked it and had a lovely time! <3

ahh, hi! :D without saying too much, i was a lone guiri in a small town in the province of córdoba, and i absolutely, seriously loved it. i was in the perfect place for me! and i love andalucía as a whole so i'm still planning to, one day, tour the whole region properly <3

[caracolcondiarrea]

I genuinely can´t believe the south of Spain is one of the most touristic places in Spain in summer. ITS SOO FREAKING HOT HERE

[vagabondageautourdesoi]

Museo Picasso - Malaga

La ville natale de Picasso a ouvert en 2003 son propre musée. La collection présentée appartenait au fils de l’artiste, Paolo, gérée actuellement par sa veuve. Palacio de Buenavista L’extérieur avec sa rue piètonne Ce musée est implanté dans un palais à l’architecture andalouse du XVIe siècle, avec un mélange typique d’éléments Renaissance et Mudéjar. Complètement dans la vieille ville qui est…

[travelodka]

[louisupdates]

It is confirmed that Louis Tomlinson will play at the Sziget Festival in Budapest, 7->12 Aug 2024.

LINK TO LOUIS’ PAGE

Louis Tomlinson is a singer and songwriter from Doncaster, UK. As a member of One Direction, Louis was part of one of the biggest musical groups of all time. Now solo, Louis is following his heart musically.

Following the international success of his 2020 debut album, Walls, 2022 saw Louis release his second album, Faith In The Future. The acclaimed album went to No.1 in the UK, Spain and Belgium and Top 5 in the USA, Australia, New Zealand and across Europe, with combined sales of 2million+ across both albums. Following the release of Faith In The Future, Louis embarked on a huge 100 date global tour spanning most of 2023, visiting North America, Europe, United Kingdom & Ireland with Asia, Australia and South America to come in 2024. Louis has also announced a run of festivals appearances through summer 2024.

During 2023 Louis released his critically acclaimed feature length documentary, All Of Those Voices, which hit cinemas in over 60 countries, and featured global red carpet premieres in Tokyo, London, Mexico City and a live streamed event from Los Angeles. Autumn 2023 saw the Documentary launch on streaming exclusively on Paramount+ globally.

In 2021, Louis was listed in the Guinness Book Of World Records for breaking the record for the most livestreamed concert by a solo male artist, hosting one of the biggest live stream concert events ever held, selling over 160,000 tickets to fans in over 110 countries and raising funds for several important charities and touring crew affected by the pandemic.

Following the huge success of the festival’s 2021 debut, August also saw the return of Louis’ highly successful self-curated event, The Away From Home Festival. The one-day event was staged last year at the stunning Marenostrum Fuengirola in Malaga, Spain, hosting 18,000 fans and selling out in just 24 hours with a line-up of some of the best new British bands. This year saw Louis take the festival to the coast of Italy, hosting it in Lido Di Camaiore, with Blossoms, The Cribs and HotWax headlining the bill in the lead up to his own performance to close out the festival.

[birgittesilverbae]

wooden floors, walls, and windowsills

On the first anniversary of her parents' deaths, Mary rouses Bea with the sun, hand gentle on her shoulder as she shakes her awake. Her shirt is sodden with sweat and Mary kisses her forehead before shuffling her off to the bathroom. 

Upon her return she's greeted with their usual weekend spread, tailored over the year into a melange of American and British and Spanish breakfast traditions. She's quiet, pensive, as she surveys the food, the two plates set out either side of the kitchen table. 

Mary follows her gaze, gets out ahead of the question. "Just gonna be you and me this morning, kiddo. Shannon got called into work, but she should be back tonight."

"Will we have to take the motorcycle, then?"

Mary's face softens. "No, Bea, I got her to leave the van for us."

"I'm not scared," she clarifies, mouth set.

"I know you're not. I didn't particularly want to take it today either."

They make it to Malaga just as the central market opens, picking out the fixings for a picnic lunch, as always going for Bea's cherished favourites and one new thing to try, before making their way to a florist stall. Mary stands back as Beatrice goes up on her tiptoes to smell blossoms, hands twisting anxiously behind her back until the vendor assures her she can touch and then so very gently stroking a careful finger along the arches of petals. They come away with paired bouquets of lilies and a sprig of baby's breath tucked behind Bea's ear. (She waits until they're back in the van to carefully remove it, to hand it to Mary and rub at the back of her ear as Mary presses it gently between the pages of a sketchbook Shannon had forgotten in the footwell of the passenger seat.) 

"Are you ready?" Mary asks softly, hand on the key in the ignition. 

Bea takes a deep, shuddering breath, then another. Her jaw firms, resolution clear in the line of it. "I'm ready," she confirms, and her voice only wavers slightly.

There are no graves for Bea to visit, the bodies returned to England in the wake of the upheaval of Bea's life. But Mary had been desperate with Vincent in the aftermath, to find a way to give Bea something present and physical she could stand before, to find a way to give her some modicum of closure. And so Bea approaches the plaques erected in the memorial garden of Malaga's largest cemetery and kneels to lay her bouquets atop them. 

The sight opens up a crater in Mary's chest, a sinkhole, but she hangs back, giving Bea the space to make her own choices on how to grieve.

When Bea rises she searches immediately for Mary, presses her tear-damp face into the side of Mary's chest when she raises an arm for her to slip beneath. They stand there awhile as noon approaches and the air grows warmer around them.

Finally, Bea pulls back, takes hold of Mary's hand. "I'm ready," she says, breathless, her fingers tight around Mary's. 

"Okay." They amble back through the garden, bask in the brief moments of shade afforded by pockets of trees. Bea's grip grows loose, like she's expecting Mary to pull away from her, priming herself for it, and Mary tightens her own grasp, squeezes a gentle three pulse Beat that Beatrice echoes back. (It's a practised 'I love you' on Mary's part, though she's never quite sure whether Beatrice's response carries the same meaning, or if she simply finds comfort in the pattern of it.)

"Do you want to have lunch at the beach or a park?" It's habit, now, to present options that both end with Beatrice eating, to avoid her freezing when presented with far too much choice, to ensure she ends up fueled. 

"The beach, please."

Beatrice stands calf-deep in the surf, water rushing up every so often over knobbly knees, as Mary lays a blanket out for them, pokes at the contents of the soft-sided cooler. Mary gives her ten minutes, watching her head rise and her shoulders settle, before she calls her back up the sand. 

Beatrice sits primly at the edge of the blanket, waits for her legs to dry in the sun before dusting them free of sand and shifting closer in towards Mary. She busies herself unpacking the cooler as Mary slices the barra de pan, then hesitates over the jar of tapenade. 

"Just one bite," Mary reminds her, poking an elbow into her side. "Just to try it."

Bea smiles small and sweet as she nods. She unscrews the lid and takes the knife from Mary, spreads a dab across the end of a piece of bread. She chews, swallows, sits silently for a moment before her nose crinkles and she shakes her head.

Mary laughs gently. "Which part of it?" she asks, retrieving Bea's battered notebook from her tote bag and passing it over to her.

Bea slides the pen from where it's hooked through the ring binding, traces her thumb across the pod racer sticker stuck to the front cover. "I don't like the texture," she says after a moment, flipping her notebook open to the dog-eared page, propping it on her knees, and carefully adding a new entry beneath fideuà (four stars out of five, would prefer longer noodles). 

"And if it had been blended smooth?"

Bea wedges the end of the pen between her lips, catches herself, tugs it free. "Too salty and meaty," she adds, and "if it had just been olives I think it'd have been okay."

Mary nods, tucks the information away in the back of her head for later use, and produces a tub of olives from the cooler. 

"Kalamata?" Bea asks, snapping her notebook shut and tucking it carefully back in the tote.

"Kalamata," Mary confirms, and Bea's pleased little noise makes her grin.

They return to Antequera late that afternoon, wind-chapped and worn tired, to find Shannon napping on the couch. Bea takes note of this as they begin to unpack the cooler in the kitchen, tries her best to keep her movements quiet. But Mary shoos her out into the living room with a wink, a murmured "go show her the shells you found."

Shannon greets Bea's cannonball leap onto the couch at her side with equal enthusiasm, schools her face well enough that her wince sneaks past Bea's notice. Mary doesn't miss it, though, and checks the ice pack stash in the freezer, finds the rib wrap missing. She stews in her worry, wipes the kitchen down top to bottom as she listens to Bea ramble on about tide pools and the hermit crab they'd found using a plastic cap as a shell and did Shannon know how hermit crabs traded shells? Had she seen the conga line of exchange?

"Bea?" Mary calls out when she can't stand it any longer, the not-knowing, the mask Shannon's donned so easily in an attempt to protect Bea on this of all days. 

"Yes?" 

Mary ducks her head into the living room, where Bea is pressed tight to Shannon's right arm, the day's treasures cupped safely in her palms. "Can you go ask Maria if we can borrow some tomatoes? We didn't pick any up this morning."

"It's not borrowing if–"

"Yeah, yeah," Mary interrupts, rolling her eyes. "'It's not borrowing if we don't return the same ones'. Get your shoes on, Little Miss Semantics."

She waits until Bea's footsteps have started down the stairs to cross the living room, to tug Shannon's shirt from the waistband of her sweatpants. Shannon lets it happen, head lolling back against the couch cushions as Mary strips away the ice pack to expose patchy purple bruising stretching across her left side. 

"Just cracked," she says softly, laying a hand over Mary's. It's only then that Mary realizes hers are trembling. "They're just cracked, that's all."

"You can't let her–"

"I know. Get that back in the freezer before she comes back up, would you?" 

But Mary can't move, her hand lingering over the splotches marring Shannon's skin. Can't help but skate her thumb along their margins, can't help but remember her own hands covered in blood.

"Mary," Shannon urges, pushing at Mary's wrist, pulling at the hem of her own shirt, "they're just cracked. I'm okay, but Bea won't be if she finds out." 

"Okay. Okay." Still, she ducks in to capture Shannon's mouth with her own, pours every shred of emotion into it like in doing so she can anchor her here to this couch. Pulls back, breath shaking, forehead pressed to Shannon's. "She's going to catch on if you don't stop wincing," she says quietly.

"I didn't say it doesn't hurt," Shannon mock-grumbles, but she nods all the same. "I'll do my best."

After dinner, when Shannon's drifted off to sleep again and Mary stands at the sink scrubbing dishes, Bea pauses in the middle of drying off a plate and glances back over her shoulder.

"Is she okay?"

"Shannon?" Mary asks, fighting to keep her voice level. "Why wouldn't she be?"

Bea fixes her with a withering stare. "Don't lie to me, Mary. I'm not a child," she replies sharply, all of nine years old and four and a half feet tall.

Mary lets the pan in her hands drop, braces her palms against the bottom of the sink. "You are, Beatrice. No matter how quickly life has tried to make you grow up." 

"Is she okay?" Bea repeats, the knife's edge of her voice going dull with worry. 

"She will be," Mary ventures, but Bea crosses her arms, arches an eyebrow, all but taps her foot. "She hurt her ribs, but not badly."

"Just her ribs?" Bea presses.

"Just her ribs. She'll be back to normal in a month or so."

Bea worries her bottom lip between her teeth, darts another look towards the living room. "Just a month?"

"Give or take a couple of weeks." Mary bumps her hip against Bea's. "Plenty of time for you to get her to apply all the stickers to that new lego kit for you."

Bea doesn't crack even the tiniest smile at that, though. Instead, she bites her lip bloody as they finish up the dishes, then lingers in the doorway when Mary takes up residence on the couch, leaving space between herself and Shannon's side. 

Mary pats the cushion, gestures Bea over with a jerk of her chin. Bea settles tentatively in the empty space, staples herself to Mary's side. Shannon's still disturbed by the motion, yawning herself awake, reaching a hand to Bea's shoulder with a quiet "Hey, Bea."

"Can I see?" Bea asks, gesturing at Shannon's side.

Shannon meets Mary's eyes over Bea's head and Mary shrugs. "Perceptive kid," she says in explanation, and Shannon sighs.

"Yeah, Bea, you can see." She pulls up her shirt again and Bea leans forward, hovers her fingers over the bruises.

"This one looks kind of like a sea urchin," she says quietly, and Mary leans forward to watch her trace curling fingers of bruising. 

"It kinda does," she agrees, and Bea flashes a soft smile at her.

"They eat their own homes into rock faces," she continues, eyes fixed on Shannon's side. "They take reef rock and devour it and make shelters for themselves in places they'd be unsafe otherwise."

Mary smoothes her hand down over Bea's back. "Yeah?" 

"Yeah. Can you really eat them even though they eat rocks?"

Mary laughs at the helpless glance Shannon shoots her. "They're a pretty good protein source," she confirms, "and you don't eat the digestive tract. Do you want to add them to the list?"

"Please and thank you," she says, pulling Shannon's shirt back down for her. 

"Where do the crabs you saw today live?" Shannon asks, slinging an arm around Bea's shoulders.

Bea shifts carefully in towards her, rests her head against the front of Shannon's shoulder. "The bigger ones make burrows in the silt," she explains, "but there are some pea crabs in the Alboran Sea that live inside oyster shells." 

As Bea delves into her recent fixation on sea creatures and the homes they find for themselves, prompted every so often by Shannon, the stricture in Mary's chest loosens just the smallest fraction. She drops a fleeting kiss on the back of Shannon's hand where it rests on Bea's shoulder, plants another on the side of Bea's head, and lets herself settle into the quiet rhythm of Beatrice's voice.

[bitchesgetriches]

I feel like you both get such fun updates/finance asks but here’s an ask in the true spirit of the ridiculousness of tumblr: when is the last time u were in the ocean?

Finally someone's asking the IMPORTANT questions.

I (Piggy) attended a wedding in Todos Santos, Mexico, near the tip of the Baja Peninsula in January, 2022. I stood in the surf and watched whales and flying fish and pelicans do their thing. It was fucking magical.

NO WAIT! In May, 2023 I was in Malaga, Andalucia, Spain for our 10th anniversary. We went with friends who got married 2 months before us, and we all splashed around to our hearts' content. Also magical.

But the last time I was in American waters was when I visited my nephew near San Diego in 2021. We played in the sand and he giggled madly and said "I love you Auntie Jess." This was the most magical of all.

[lesyoussoupoff]

Portrait of Prince Nicholas Youssoupoff by unknown artist

"My grandfather died at Baden-Baden after a long illness. I remember seeing him there when I was a child. My brother and I often paid him a morning visit at his modest hotel. We used to find him sitting in a high-backed armchair, his legs wrapped in a plaid. Beside him, on a table littered with bottles and medicines, he always kept a flask of Malaga and a box of biscuits. It was with him that I had my first glass of wine."-Prince Felix Youssoupoff, Lost Splendor

[thiziri]

The Princess Royal says it’s been a real pleasure to have visited the Rock.

Speaking at the Literary Festival’s Opening Dinner held at the Barbary Lounge at the Sunborn she said she had first come to Gibraltar as a young girl by sea. The Rock’s character, its diverse mixture and melting pot of peoples, most of whom had arrived here by sea, she said, made it a good place for story tellers and the exchanging of ideas, adding It was a good place to hold a literary festival.

She referenced the Gibraltar National Book Council expressing the hope that it will inspire the festival.

And the festival itself, she said will undoubtedly encourage young people to recognise literature in their lives and hopefully remind everyone of the importance of just a good book.

Quoting Macbeth’s “ So foul and fair a day I have not seen,” the Chief Minister made reference to the fog that had prevented the Princess Royal and her husband Sir Timothy Laurence from landing on the Rock, having been instead, diverted to Malaga. He said they had avoided the “fog and filthy air” at the airport and thanked them for having persisted with their travel plans.

© GBC

[doulayogimama]

Considering that we didn’t get on a plane for 3 years (July 2020 was our last flight before I got pregnant - June 2023) I kinda cannot believe the amount of trips we’ve taken since we sold our condo.

Miami - NYC (Oct 2023)

NYC - Mexico (end of Oct 2023 for 3 weeks)

Mexico - Miami (Nov)

Miami - NYC (end of Nov)

NYC - London (December 12)

London - Amsterdam (Dec 13)

Amsterdam - Brussels (Dec 24)

Brussels - Porto (Dec 28)

Porto - Lisbon (Took a train early Jan)

Lisbon - Malaga (early Jan)

On Monday, we take a train to Barcelona

Then 1 month from Monday, we fly to Miami to stay with my family for 1 month

Kevin has been talking about the full eclipse for almost a year, and his cousins live in Cleveland (one of the only places that will have a full view) so from Miami we fly to Cleveland to stay with them for 1 week to catch the eclipse on 4/8). They’ve been asking us to visit them for years, so this worked out perfectly.

After Cleveland, back to NY. We plan to rent a place upstate for a couple weeks to skip Pesach (with all due respect, I will always try to skip that holiday; it’s so effing difficult and my husband will not listen to the stuff about Egypt so we just always skip out awkwardly and go to bed while people pray into the night).

During those couple weeks, we will drive around to scope out more plots of land for our Meditation Center.

It is INSANE to me that we’ve managed to do all of this. Grateful for the privilege but also to my rockstar of a 2yo. With any other kid, I’m sure this would’ve been nearly impossible. I can’t imagine getting this lucky next time with such a resilient + easygoing toddler. This is not to say we haven’t had our days of frustration (we def have) but for a 2yo???? She’s simply incredible. The best travel buddy ever 🤍

[gaystuffgarbage]

I really miss Spain

Hope i'll be able to visit it again with my own money and time with some friend or something. I'd honestly stay at somewhere else than Malaga

[uncloseted]

Hi Christina!

I’m traveling to Málaga, Spain in a couple of weeks and I have a lot of anxiety because this is my first time traveling to a foreign country. I vaguely remember that you visited Spain, but I was wondering if you can share any advice such as your favorite / must haves travel essentials, how to enjoy your time yet be budget friendly? Not too interested in doing touristy stuff but I heard the beaches are nice? Do you recommend staying at an Airbnb, hotel, hostel, or a capsule hotel? Would love to hear your recommendations! Also, any followers of Christina’s can chime in as well, much appreciated. Thank you in advanced.

That's so exciting! I bet you're going to have the best time. I've never been to Málaga before, but I have been to Spain and I solo travel a fair amount, so I'll tell you what I know.

Starting with where to stay, a hostel will be your most budget-friendly option. The average price of a hotel in Malaga is around $101 USD per night, while hostels can go as low as $20 USD per night. Hostels are also better in terms of meeting people, since they tend to be full of young travelers looking to make friends. Just make sure that the hostel has good reviews and is located in a safe area. TOC hostel seems like a popular choice. As far as Airbnbs go, they tend to be around the price of a hotel and come with their own rules and regulations. They're a great option if you're working while staying somewhere long-term and want to get a sense of what it's like to live there, but other than that I would skip them.

As far as how to enjoy your time, it really depends on what you like. I'll typically see if Conde Nast Traveller has articles on the places I'm going (here and here), then I'll do a search on Reddit to see what people like, and I also check out Atlas Obscura to see if there are any weird or interesting attractions around. I love museums, so I usually check out which ones are in the city. You can also Google something like "best free things to do in Malaga" and you'll get a whole list. I would maybe check out the Picasso Museum or the Carmen Thyssen Museum, which are free on Sundays, the Contemporary Art Centre of Malaga, which is always free, the Museum of Malaga, the Alcazaba and the Gibralfaro Castle, stroll along the Puerto de Malaga and Paseo Maritimo, and go to the Malaga Botanical Garden. If you like food and you want to save some money on eating out, going to one of the markets could also be a really nice activity. Grocery stores are also your friend if you're looking to save some money- I like getting some picnic supplies and then going to sit in a park or on the beach. I would maybe also look to see if there are any tours you would be interested in or a class you might want to take in something that's unique to Malaga. For example, when I was in Iceland, I did a ride through a lava field on an Icelandic pony, which was a once-in-a-lifetime experience and super fun. Finding things like that that are really unique can help to make your trip more memorable. Tours can also help you connect with other travelers, which is great if you're on your own and maybe feel a little lost. Just wandering around the city can also be a great activity in itself and help you figure out what you want to see or do.

For travel essentials, I think people will try to sell you on all sorts of gadgets, but I don't really travel with that many things that are out of the ordinary. I'm in Greece now, and the travel items I brought with me are a universal power adapter and packing cubes. If you're going to stay at a hostel, I would recommend getting a good pair of earplugs (I like the Loop ones, but honestly any of them are fine), an eye mask, and maybe a portable lock box for your valuables (this is also useful if you want to go to the beach without worrying that your stuff will get stolen). If you're staying on your own, I usually travel with a doorstop alarm, but that's really for my own peace of mind- I've never actually needed it. Other than that, I try to carry a few different types of medications with me in case I need them, and I try to have long enough charging cables so that they'll reach regardless of where I am, but that's pretty much it. If you don't speak the language of the place you're going, the Google Translate app is a good thing to download because it can scan written text and translate it in real time. I would also check to see what the public transportation looks like and if you need to download any additional apps for that.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head, but please feel free to send in follow up questions! Mostly, just go into it with an open mind and try to have fun. The unexpected parts of a trip are often the best parts.

[janjmoz]

Introduction

We have had a fascination with the Camino since our first trip to Spain together in 1993 when we saw the pilgrims trudging their way across Spain as we visited with Jose’s Tia over in Galicia.

We finally did our own Camino on bikes back in 2010 with 4 friends. It was an absolute dream as we traversed the most popular route, the French route, meeting up with other pilgrims along the way, and sharing the greeting of “Buen Camino”.

A couple of years ago while again visiting Tia Carmen in Galicia the urge returned. We were keen to do a different route and this time to do it on foot. So after some research we landed on the Mozárabe Way, which starts down at the bottom of Spain. Our starting point will be Almeria but you can also start from Jaén or Malaga. The Mozárabe Way is the longest Camino at 1,382 kms and was developed to provide safe passage for Christians to Santiago de Compostela from the south of Spain, during Moorish rule.

We love Almeria and the history of this route has heaps of appeal. So train and bus tickets are booked and soon we start our journey down to Almeria to commence the Camino. I should note, we are not attempting the whole walk in one year. The idea is to do it over about 4 years. Our route this year runs from Almeria to Granada, about 217 kms.