Zahara de la Sierra

After a morning walk in the sun and a visit to the bullring (I much preferred the Ferdinand Disney-version of the sport) in Ronda, Sofi and I took our rental car up to the tiny village of Zahara de la Sierra.

Being one of Andalusia's White Villages, or "Pueblos Blancos", Zahara de la Sierra is perched on a mountain and was originally a Moorish outpost, one of the last to fall, which is quite obvious when one sees the geography. Stopping for a Café solo and some chorizo, the sky darkened, and the wind picked up in anticipation of what is to come, making me feel grateful that Sofi insisted on buying me a thermos balaclava for the race tomorrow.