Ronda: Take 2

Well, as awesome as Ronda was the first time, there's something different about seeing it with your favorite person in the whole wide world.

Of course, if your favorite person in the whole wide world has as much energy as mine does, you'll understand my face in the following picture:
It was a long day. If you refer back to earlier pictures of Ronda--from early October, I believe--, you'll see that there's quite a large cliff going down to the gorge. We climbed up and down it. Twice. Yes, pity me.

But not too much--I have to say that the week that Brad & I spent in Sevilla was one of the best--if not the best--weeks of my life. We went to the beach. It wasn't really warm enough to swim because of the wind, but it was still sunny. Brad and I had lots of fun skipping rocks (no, I do NOT throw like a girl) and climbing over the bigger version. We saw some pretty cool caves here too, but turns out that pictures taken underground without flash [not allowed] don't turn out too well. Here's Brad skipping rocks like a man:


I fed a wild cat. Nerja (and every other Spanish city, really) is full of wild feral cats. They are also hungry, go figure. I think they're adorable, so I bought a loaf of bread and attempted to feed them. Turns out they don't really like bread. I tried, though.


We smushed Euro pennies under the tram [which was partly a fail. turns out the tram isn't heavy enough]. Thinking back on it, I'm glad we didn't derail the tram. It made some funny noises going over the coins. You know, Gaudí died being hit by a tram. In case you've spent your life searching for the answer to how Gaudí died.


We played on children's playsets. Technically there's a sign that says this is completely not allowed because we're too old [and in SOMEBODY'S case, too heavy--okay fine, we're both too heavy], but I figured in the unlikely event that we got busted, it'd be perfectly believable that we didn't speak Spanish.



Basically, I'm pretty darn sure that this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I mean, how amazing is a 22-year-old who stops in the middle of a beautiful Spanish park not to look at the fountain or for a romantic kiss [because PDA is more than acceptable in Spain], but to take a ride on the children's toys. Yep, that's my man.




On a completely different and less romantically sickening note, I also made it to Barcelona in November (also went to La Rábida and Niebla, but those are other stories). Pictures and stories for that one later. Like after exam craziness.