Ronda

This past Friday our program went to the great city of Ronda. On the way, I thought that this was going to be another tour of cathedrals and other buildings that I would never remember.




Boy was I wrong.

We entered the city and it looked just like any other city. Tiny cobblestone streets wound around antique buildings and into the distance. A cathedral stood in front of us. We skipped the cathedral suprisingly and stumbled upon an old bullfighting ring. We stayed there for a while, and did the museum thing like usual. It was really interesting, but I was not looking forward to museums the entire day.

We walked out of the arena and strolled to what looked to be like a normal fence but as we got closer it turned out to be more than that. Huge mountains stared at us from a distance. I looked below at the grand rock face that we were standing on. Fields and tiny houses sprawled below us. It was truly a breathtaking moment.

The entire city is on the edge of a mountain. It is linked by a bridges, that connect the old city to the new one.

Looking at it did not cut it, we had to go explore it. So, we darted off down the side of this mountain. We climbed up walls and through ancient ruins. We went into caves and under rock faces.

On one trail, we were caught in some pretty heavy vegetation. As we sliced and hacked our way through it, we heard what sounded like water. We looked up from the walking and saw a huge water fall flowing from under the city. We just smiled as it crashed into a deep blue pool below.

We were just admiring its beauty when all of the sudden, we see a half naked man in the distance. Someone from our group yelled, "Hey, that's Patrick!" Sure enough it was. One of our friends from the group had decided to make his own path down to the water for a dip.

The day wore us out, and we all crashed on the bus ride home. It was truly a great day.

Click on the picture for some info on Ronda.