Sunday, 5/5 Got out of Granada with far less stress than we got in. I’ve realized that Google Maps and Maps.Me have a programed aversion to narrow streets. I’ve begun to ignore their advice and just charge down the shortest route, even when it’s barely wider than the car.
Ronda, found by Yoriko, is a charming little city that has an incredible bridge (Google “Ronda” Images, and you’ll see) and the reputation of being the founder of professional “gentlemanly” bullfighting. I suspect there are competing claims. But it was the second place to have a formal training school for horsemanship (Vienna beat them by two years). Excellent audio tour. Disgusting concept. BTW, bullfighter is not considered a sport. Look for it in newspapers and it’s in the Arts Section. Here’s a Youtube post of a horse with an itch.
The bridge is massive. ‘nough said. Yoriko had paella for the first time on the trip and was satisfied. Bought some local wine which is supposed to be gaining in reputation. We’ll see.
Getting to Tarifa via back roads was delightful. Part was on A-405. Though only two lanes with a speed limit of about 42 MPH, it still seemed faster and was certainly more enjoyable than US405. Got to Tarifa with no stress. Walked around. The city is the southernmost point of mainland Europe. Cool.
Dinner was fish and seared tuna. Pleasant. Inexpensive. Tomorrow we go to Tangiers. Yoriko’s first time in Africa.
Weird to see. 
Someone is waving . . . 
Oh, it’s Yoriko! 
Vertically panoramic. 
If you’re not living life on the edge, you’re taking up too much room. Case in point. 
Thinking of Dad. 
The entire area is full of white towns. This is just one example. 
Yoriko’s first view of Africa. 
Dozens of people far more fit than I. I hadn’t realized that the kites are inflated to keep their form. Seems like cheating.