Touching Spanish grounds
Ronda Travel Blog› entry 1 of 6 › view all entries
airplane landed, roughly yet on schedule. The
The endless tree fields we saw from the air have replaced the mountains now. Though we can still see the
I can't find the words to describe what I see. It is breathtaking, just because it's so different. In one way or another it is more 'earthly', more natural it is for sure. Houses are nowhere to be seen. It feels like we are the only ones left on the planet. I wish I could describe the beauty I'm seeing. Poppy's all around.
Street dogs in
For the first time since my arrival I watch the
We descend the small path into the cleft and walk our way to one of the falls. We climb the old remainings of Arab architecture and enjoy the sight.
It was only a short visit. No time to see the famous bull fight arena... we
catch another train before the night falls.
Since there was a problem with our tickets, we can ride this train in first
Spanish businessmen don't like it when you smile at them, it seems to make them angry, but who cares. This is first class (including air co) for free! Outside the sands are red. Red as cavemen’s drawings on the rocks. Scorched by the sun and scattered by the wind.
The Spanish people here are used to this sights. The don't find it anything
special. They know how it looks. In autumn and winter, spring and summer. When
misty, when cloudy, when twilight falls... Everything surrounding them seems
familiar. But for me
They don't... They sleep or read the paper. They don't even stare outside. For them these endless fields of flowers have become meaningless...
It is already dark when we arrive in