Help, help me Ronda, PLEASE! Find an open bar… If we thought a Monday night in Jerez was bad, we hadn’t seen nothin’ yet! Tuesday night in Ronda, nothing was open. Not literally of course, but the places that were open looked straight out of an episode of Ramsay’s Costa del Nightmares.

Our day started with a lovely lady from our hotel in Jerez asking if we were going to Ronda for hiking…once we stopped laughing, we politely told her we were only going to see the bridge and to sample some of the local fare. Along the journey, we stopped off at the towns of Arcos and Zahara, where we hiked up and down the mountains of these picturesque, white, HILLside (should have been a giveaway) towns before heading to Ronda where all the restaurants were closed…so I guess she had the last laugh.

Ronda was simply stunning, not just the bridge or the backdrop of the sierras or the canyon separating the 2 towns or the old town or the “new” town, but…no, that’s actually pretty much everything.  We had a great hotel, did end up finding a cute little bar, walked the old walls, bought some local art, went to the bullfighting museum and had a fantastic day!

Thank you, Ronda, you’re beautiful…like a sunrise…