Dreaming of a white Christmas

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

Ronda, Spain

On the way from Malaga to Seville, we stopped by the small town of Ronda for a few hours. We arrived before noon, and there weren’t many tourists at that hour, which gave us a nice break from the more touristy areas.

“Ronda is the place where to go, if you are planning to travel to Spain for a honeymoon or for being with a girlfriend. The whole city and its surroundings are a romantic set.… Nice promenades, good wine, excellent food, nothing to do…”

– Ernest Hemingway

The most famous sight of the town is the Puente Nuevo. It required a few minutes of walk downslope to see the usual sight as seen on postcards, but it was relaxing and refreshing as most tourists wouldn’t go on to that spot.

Closed Door – Alcazaba of Malaga

I went to the Alcazaba of Malaga in the afternoon. To my delight, there weren’t many tourists, and the entrance fee was a mere 0.60EUR with a student card.

I was absorbed in the atmosphere of this place. It wasn’t crowded like Alhambra, neither was it that well-polished, and probably because of this, it felt more like a place still alive from the past. Walking its rugged grounds, I could almost imagine a soldier or two patrolling within the walls.