Help me Ronda

In between strolling around Sevilla and climbing Catherdrals, we took a day trip to Ronda, which is one of the "White Towns" in Southern Spain.  So we got up at 5:30am (during vacation!) and boarded a smelly bus for a 2.5 hour bus ride to Ronda.  It was pouring down rain and extremely loud people kept getting on and off.  I think they were mostly drunk.

But, we made it and got off the bus.  After an unremarkable breakfast at a cafeteria across from the autobus estacion, we ambled around trying to find the gorge.  And boy was it gorgeous!

How do you raise small children in this town?  We figured that the average IQ must be quite high if you think about survival of the fittest.  The dumbest kids fall off the cliffs, and only the smart ones are left.  Or maybe the town is full of lucky people.  Is luck genetic?

Here are a few more photos of this breathtaking town.

The Arab Bridge

And a camo kitty

We walked around the town and had the best meal of the trip - Paella, wine, and bread. It was incredible.  After lunch, we walked a bit more and then headed to a coffee shop to get out of the rain.  I studied a Serbian lesson about cigarettes in a hat (cigarete u šeširu); I'm still trying to figure this one out!  (But go figure that Serbian would be about cigarettes, have I mentioned that everyone smokes in Serbia?)  We had a cappuccino and ate a cream caramel (flan) while watching the rain and even saw a rainbow.  It was a great day. 

The ride back to Sevilla was uneventful, and we made it back in time to see the religious parade (see previous blog).