In Ronda I was sleeping on the couch in the living room and on our first night did not have a good nights sleep. Having to keep the windows open to keep the room cool let all the noise from the street below in. At one point I went up to sleep on the terrace for an hour. By two am the noise had died down sufficiently to get some sleep.
At 9:45am I was awoken by the church bell. As to why this particular time has been agreed as acceptable by the local residents I have no idea. I immediately jumped in the hot tub in an effort to remove the ache in my legs from yesterday's walking.
The triumvirate set out for much needed coffees. We found a relaxing square surrounded by two churches, with a fountain in the middle. Cafe con leche, & sandwich jambon York e queso cost 3euros. Great value.
We all divided ourselves into groups to go an explore the city. Stefan Amanda and I did a tour of the old town. Our guide was a book on loan from the Queens library. With a couple of stops for tapas and vino along the way the tour was done at a very relaxed pace. We had lunch in the cafe of a moorish palace. We returned to the apartment in via a dirt path up the hill with a thunderstorm approaching. The rain held off and we made it back. I spent a couple of hours in the hot tub while everyone else took a siesta.
Dinner was again had in the square. This time we had tapas for starters and our own main course. I opted for meat for the first time this week to go with the red wine. The partridge was good as was our conversation about languages and regional dialects.
Stefan, Amanda & I headed around the town and found one bar open where we grabbed a couple of drinks.