After almost two months in Spain, we ended up at Gibraltar for one day. This is a place we read about in the history books. We stayed at a very nice bed and breakfast in San Roque, 15 minutes away from Gibraltar. The next day, we drove over the border to visit the Rock! Once we passed the border, everything became so un-Spanish. We drove up to the Rock and spent the afternoon touring the caves. Joaquin was fascinated by the monkeys that rule the Rock these days. The sky was so clear we even had a very clear view of Africa (which is only 14.5 miles away)!
The Rock in the back; we were still on the Spanish side
Such a clear day; Joaquin's first close encounter with monkeys
Chamu and Mamu under siege by the Gibraltar monkeys
Concert hall inside the cave (which was a former hospital during the war)
Entering little moorish castle
In front of the moorish castle
Enjoying dinner in downtown Gibraltar (we had curry, hamburger and spaghetti)
4 comments:
Hey! New shoes to match the red jacket!
I hope those monkeys are nicer than their SE Asian counterparts - I generally loathe the rabid monkeys in these parts!
Joaquin loves the new shoes we bought in Granada! They are lighter and fit better and he can run and even jump in them!
THe monkeys are less aggressive since people are warned not to feed them but they still come forth when there is food present. Brave Jaime had to shush them away!
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