back to my AmAZING room over looking this gorge. Yes, that is out my window. Supposedly during the conquest of Napoleon, Rhonda held him off, chanting and cheering from on high of those cliffs.
OOPs. Gashed my thumb with a cheap "Rhonda Army knife" opening my wine; soooo, wrapped in toilet paper and back to the friendly market for bandaids and a proper wine opener. (this was taken after I got back to England, it was not a gusher, but still, the size of my opposing thumb nail) ... niiice.
thinking about how high I am!
Rhonda is also the home of modern-day bullfighting.
Out my bus window, just east of Rhonda, in route to Torremolinos, on the southern coast.
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