Hotel Molino del Arco
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- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
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Today's destination was the hill town of Ronda, home to Spain's oldest bullring and its most breathtaking gorge. The afternoon and evening we explored Ronda's Moorish and Mercadillo Quarters, linked together by the famous gravity-defying stone bridge (towering over the rubble of an earlier one that wasn't).
... on the only bus. Just as a side note, I've been using the term Reconquista. It refers to the period of time when Christians drove the Moors out of Spain between the 13th-15th centuries. Ronda is bisected by a breathtaking ravine into two sections: the Moorish Quarter and the newer Mercadillo area, built after the Reconquista. Linking these two is a massive bridge spanning the ravine. The ravine, El Tajo, is 360 ft down and 200 ft across, and the most ...
Off to the hills today. We reached Grazalema first. A pretty white village high in the Sierras. After a coffee and a stroll we tackled the walk up to El Calvario and the hermitage built high above the village. Impressive life size statue of Jesus overlooking great views back down the valley and mountains beyond. We shared some biscuits with the local ants and then set off for Ronda for lunch. Ronda was quite a surprise, not the sleepy mountain ...
... venue ine Granada.
Out at noon. The hotel clerk knew we were going to Ronda, giving it a thumbs up. We walked back to where we started our walking two days ago, picking up cabs for the less than 5M journey to the train station.
The train to Ronda [ending in Algeciras] was on time. Wide Load wanted to know if the train ended in Ronda. Any reading of signs would have told her 'no'. What the question really meant is if it ended in Ronda, ...
... under twin mountainous peaks with the remnants of a castle appearing on one of the peaks was too much and I got J to cancel the warbling distress of Ms GPS (gently imploring us to action an immediate U-turn) and in we went. Mind you, we entered what could have been an early prototype of Granada with narrow streets seemingly going nowhere. We passed through a small central area deterred by the presence of a number of policia in uniform waving us on. We passed all ...