I took the long route to get to Spain (I flew from Morocco to Italy and from there over to Madrid). As I was looking down over the water I kept thinking "why didn't I take the ferry?". My first stop was the little town of Ronda. The above photograph is of the bullring in Ronda, which is where this brutal "sport" apparently originated.
Besides the bullring and the (ubiquitous) churches in Ronda, the other big draw is this centuries-old bridge which goes over a deep gorge which divides the town.
There's a stairway that goes down into the gorge and emerges to this beautiful view.
I then travelled over to Granada and got to see what everyone goes to Granada to see... the line for the ticket office to get into the Alhambra!
Just kidding. The line was really long, though. I arrived at 9 a.m. and this photo is a view from where I was standing about 90 minutes later.
Once I got in I was glad I had the patience to endure the line. The Alhambra is spectacular. I must've spent four hours and four rolls of film in there. Sometimes I had to wait a little while to get a good photo, this view took at least 10 minutes for people to waddle out of the way. Oh so pretty (even if it's a replica of the real thing).
An ornate wall.
And a view of the Alhambra gardens (which many tourists miss out on... but I was happy to enjoy the scenery).
