In Death in the Afternoon, Ernest Hemingway wrote, “If a honeymoon or an elopement is not a success in Ronda, it would be as well to start for Paris and commence making your own friends.” Luckily, my double date with S’s parents in Ronda was a great success and none of us were compelled to escape to the City of Light in search of better companions. That being said, I’d still love to get back to Paris in the near future, but with my current fiancé. Anyway, what I mean to say is that Mr. Hemingway was right about the romance of Ronda. Perched on a plateau that’s split in two by the El Tajo Gorge and surrounded by vineyard-covered mountains, there are few things more beautiful than Ronda as it’s hit by the golden light of pre-sunset. Add to that the fear, awe, and adrenaline that comes from looking over the edge of the gorge, live music in the town’s many squares, delicious tapas, and deep red local wines, and you have one of the most beautiful and romantic places in the world.
After a day and a night in Ronda, it was hard to believe that our week traveling around Southern Spain could live up to it’s magical beginning. Somehow though, we found a way to get through it.
The real start to our trip was a hike starting in Grazalema.
Followed by a relaxing evening in Ronda.
The most beautiful hotel in Southern Spain.
Not very pretty, but so delicious!
Ronda’s famous bull fighting ring.
Boys on the left. Girls on the right.
The view from the terrace where we ate dinner on the first night. The restaurant is in a beautiful old home that still houses the family who runs it. Everything was delicious and made even more special by this view!
One last stop before leaving Ronda: the Los Aguilares winery. Their Pago el Espino quickly became one of our favorites wines from the area.
More on Nerja and Granada soon. Hasta luego!