Ronda is one of the largest white hill towns. An 18th-century bridge spanning a large and beautiful gorge separates the old Moorish quarter and the newer (and not nearly as pretty) Mercadillo quarter.
El Tajo—the ravine.
Our beautiful dresses.
The New Bridge (Puente Nuevo), which spans the gorge.
I guess we were feeling a little homesick because we decided to have pizza (but also sangria!) for dinner.
Like many European countries, it’s customary in Spain to stroll in the evenings. So many people were out—young people, old people, children and babies—and it seemed as if everyone knew everyone. It’s a lovely custom and one I wish we Americans shared.
“I soon realized that no journey carries one far unless, as it extends into the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.” —Lillian Smith