Ronda, or as dad prefers, Rhonda, which the Garmond just could not find!
11.03.2012 - 12.03.2012
Wednesday, March 21st:
Help me Ronda! What to do when you've got a beautiful Mercedes, even if it is a C-class, and a free day in Spain? Well, after much debate, we decided to visit Ronda, a little town about halfway between Malaga and Sevilla which boasts the best bull ring in all of Spain. Plus, Hemingway had been there, so according to mom, we HAD to check it out!
After about an hour and a half driving up windy hills, and then missing our turn (the roundabout said the exit was closed!), we eventually found ourselves in the very quaint and picturesque town of Ronda. Stop one, coffee. Nothing beats parking after a long and rather confusing drive and sitting in a comfy chair, located on the edge of a classic square, watching swarms of tourists fully equipped with headphones and their fearless, umbrella-carrying, leader.
We followed the masses to Ronda's bull ring, a beautiful building that still houses, on occasion, a bull fight or two. We traveled through the stalls while hearing about the history of Ronda and the ring, and found ourselves standing center stage. Mom's red jacket just screamed, "Ole!" and we took turns basking in the matador's glory.
Connecting with our inner bulls:
Now connecting with our inner matadors!
We continued our adventure and came across the central bridge that separates the older section of Ronda from it's relatively newer half. The bridge spans a huge chasm and provided a lovely backdrop for lunch.
On our walk around the older area of Ronda, we came across a shaded garden, and eventually stumbled into a wine tasting opportunity, yeah! Once the group of tourists cleared out, we had the entire place to ourselves. We sampled their different wines from the spigots or barrels along the walls, and then were given a tasting of three of their different bottles.
Bodegas La Sangre de Ronda:
Ronda was a delightful find and day trip. Nothing can beat aimlessly exploring an ancient city and stumbling across beautiful vistas and unforgettable memories.
Or Devon enjoying some local chorizo and African shopping!
En route home, we happened to stop in Marbella, a town just southeast of where we were staying. Since the roads were packed, we knew we were in the right spot. We came across a boardwalk filled with stores, restaurants, and local vendors. We eventually settled on an outdoor spot with views of live music performance and horse-drawn carriage. We sipped sangria as the sun dipped behind the coastline. Glorious.