The last couple of days have been busy with little time to sit, reflect and muse on paper. We now have a little spare time before heading for the bullring, or Bullring of the Royal Cavalry of Ronda as it is known locally. Our hotel suite looks across at the bullring so it isn’t going to take too long to get there and before we leave we are going to book a session in the spa for this evening as a prelude to our last night here at the Hotel Catalonia. I am impressed with the hotel. Everything is good quality including the breakfast which is how I rate a hotel. If you come to Ronda I am happy to endorse the gaff.
The other option is the Parador looking out over the valley and where we had dinner last night. The food was excellent. I had a simple veal and chips with some local red plonk. The steak was nicely seasoned and it was interesting to realise that the waitress assumed I would want it medium or well done which perhaps suggests how the average tourist likes theirs cooked. Average Brit perhaps. Huh!
Ronda is not a big place but has some serious vibes. It is clearly a top tourist spot, witnessed by the number of souvenir shops present. Even availed meself of one when I bought the EL SHED sign. They didn’t have one already made obvs but you buy the individual tiles and assemble it yourself. EL SHED will be mounted in pride of place next to the door of said shed in Lincoln.
Nice as Ronda is, and I’m sure Gibraltar to come, the main purpose of our visit to Spain was to see the kids running the Seville Half Marathon. I can’t tell you how proud we are of them. Hannah, her husband George and Joe were immense. It’s an achievement that will stay with them for their whole lives. It sends each of them a clear message that they are achievers. I suspect they will now move on from long distance running to more mundane efforts although Hannah is registered for the Lincoln 10k. If she did it next week she would probably breeze it.
Seville, btw, is a great place to visit. V historic. I would definitely come again, slightly later in the year when the ravages of winter have faded from memory and would probably stay in a nice hotel instead of hiring a house which was appropriate on this occasion due to the numbers involved. Hotel Alfonso XIII looked like the gaff to stay at. We drove past it on our horse and carriage ride (orsoncart).
Gottago. A bullring to visit.