We had fish and chips for dinner with a pint to wash it down.
Maybe this next picture will help.
Yep that is the rock of Gibraltar. Down here at the southern end of Spain is a little slice of the British Empire. At only 2.5 square miles there is not much of it but it sure is an abrupt culture change. The Royal Post, red double decker busses, phone booths and the British accent.
On the way here we detoured through Ronda. A white painted town in the rugged hills. It is very picturesque and on the edge of a cliff with a very old bridge called the New Bridge spanning the gap between the old town and the newer commercial portion.
One noticeable difference as we have headed south is the heat. We left the mid 80’s and are now in the high 90’s. It has hit all 3 of us.
We find relief where we can.
One of my 10th great grandfathers, Murat Reis the Younger or Jan Janzoon Van Salee….a Barbary Coast pirate (Dutch merchant turned pirate), met his 2nd wife, one of 10th great grandmothers in that area of Spain- she was a Moor, Spanish and Moroccan. I am sure the Rock was quite a familiar site to him!