|It seems that the author for the past few postings is running into writers block so she's kindly allowed me back to the keyboard for the downhill slide until we leave for home.
While out for lunch today I realized that we are finally being recognized and befriended by the people working in those places. We have a trapline of restaurant's which have consistently good meals so I guess it's to be expected they would come to know us.
There is a small 'Fruiteria" just half a block away that I go to everyday for oranges, nothing better than fresh squeezed OJ in the morning. I'm now on a name basis with the staff there even though I still don't have enough "RRRRRR for Rrrrrosa" By the same token they all find my name very difficult, "Da" is not something common to Spanish so I recognize the look of panic on their face when they first try. :-)
Big trip of this week was a bus trip to Ronda, thought it might be your home town Rhonda but without the "h" which would make sense as the "H" is silent in Spanish! But, turns out it's been there for many hundreds of years so we'll just go with your story that your from the Rock.
We had to get up early for this one, met the bus downtown at 0700 which meant up before the sun and find a taxi. That part wasn't a problem and when the bus left there with only 8 of us on board I thought, perfect, a small uncrowded tour, WRONG! we spent the next 2.5 hours stopping at various towns and Podunk places till the bus was filled, fun!
From there is was a long winding road up to the top of a mountain with the attendant drop in temperature. I had dressed for sea level, shorts and a vest so have to admit the whole damn day was a little frigid.
At this point I'm going to flashback a bit to the trip to Granada which was also way up in the mountains which are quite rugged and steep. I'd made the observation in my family news letter that most of the cows I spotted were of the side hill gouger species, that is, one set of legs is about a foot shorter than the other. This is a nature adaption that allows them to stand level on the side of a hill but does limit them to travel in one direction. The sad part, to that is if they miss a turn off point they then have to go all the way around the hill. I noted then that they were all, right hand gougers, that is with the right side legs shorter.
Now bearing all that in mind I watched in breathless anticipation for a bovine herd on the way to Ronda and was astounded to find they were predominately LEFT hand, with a very few right handed mixed in. I'm guessing this was another of natures adaptation so that if the lead cow missed the turn at least some would be equipped to make the turn and thereby have something in the barn for milking.
Now this observation led my over active mind to wonder, what happens when they inbred? I question that and found, normally: normal cows, all four legs the same BUT, every now and then out comes a SHORT legged cow, which kind of looks like a very large black and white dachshund with horns!
The really unfortunate part of this is that the udder drags on the ground and with all the rocks and rough ground kind of gets churned so to speak. This then lead to: how does one milk a cow with no ground clearance? Again I found the answer, they're positioned over a pit in the barn like a mechanic's pit in a garage, ingenious. The surprise to me was the result of the product, with all that bouncing and churning it turns out to be Buttermilk! I know... surprised me too. But it explain why buttermilk is so expensive and hard to find, very few cows like that to turn it out. What! you doubt my word? Well, how many time have you gone to the convenience store late at night for fresh buttermilk for the next day breakfast and came home disappointed!!!! my point exactly!
So, onto the trip to Ronda, home of the oldest bull fighting ring in Spain but thanks to PETA now reduced to one fight per year and the rest of the time it's making money as a tourist attraction. So we did the tour of that, went through the museum and found the horns of a 2500 pound (that's way big!) prehistoric bull, picture attached.
Next was onto an old (early 1700's) bridge over a very deep gorge that divided the city, 100 meters deep so you wouldn't want to fall in. Still carrying everyday traffic so must have been made well.
Next was Karen's favorite part of the tour, a Winery with taps on the well with different red and white wine where you just open and tap and fill your (tiny) glass, but as many times as you want. They did have an obstruction at the bottom so you couldn't just stand under the tap and open it,(sorry Laverne)
Back onto bus at the end of the day and wended our way back to sea level and warmth, we'd met Sonja, from Montreal who was solo and looking for company so we got off the bus early at her stop, all went for supper at a restaurant facing out onto a marina, YES! and then walked two blocks to the rapid train system to get us back to Malaga, fabulous day.
Now we're almost at the end of the week, weather's turned wet today to we're just resting after lunch and probably watching some more Netflix tonight. Next job, find some pictures, sorry missed the short legged cows.