Hotel San Francisco - Ronda
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... as well as a montage of posters advertising bullfights, including some sketches by Goya. A word on bullfighting in general: over the centuries, its popularity has waxed and waned and for many periods of time, it was banned outright. In the 20th century, Franco made bullfighting a national pastime, but since his death, interest has been declining. Only about a third of Spaniards have any interest in bullfighting (usually older citizens or those ...
... It makes the Amalfi look like the Transcanada. The first town is Grazalema, a picture perfect postcard town with an over abundance of flowers in pots on walls and patios. We walk the winding town streets and eat for a mere 15€ at a café in the middle of town. All shops are closed, of course, it's siesta time! We take the road to Zahara, another pueblo town which overlooks a gorgeous turquoise lake. Again, you could swing a cat in the middle of town. ...
... the staircase if I need the key. I said no as he had to lock the door. What does the dummy do? He leaves what only he knew to be my room key in the room, rather than bringing it to reception or just have the common sense to tell me about.
Could not get wifi in the room. Told Elaine I would join John for dinner. He had gone out for a stroll and pronounced the town small. Told him Wide Load was down, ever confused about the rendezvous time.
Today was the last day for cycling, and the km were not that many today - 25 km if I remember right. I was used to the cycling by now and knew it would not be that difficult. I had looked at the topographical map in the living room of the Cortijo, and although I misunderstood the road we would be taking, I knew Ronda would be up a long steady hill at the end.
We gathered our stuff and went to check out. I was carrying probably too much stuff (energy bars, ...
... she prepares everyone’s cereal or toast and boils the water. I can almost hear Ms. Lisa from the boys’ school saying “that’s not the Montessori way, they should be doing it themselves”. But believe me, by the time the boys put together their breakfasts in this small box, it would be like a drunk chimpanzee had been through here, blindfolded on roller skates.
So after another smooth breakfast we set off ...