Having visited five cities and towns on this trip, I will say that Ronda is my favorite. I now understand why many authors are enchanted by this town. Listening to chirping birds and watching them soar across the deep gorge, inhaling crisp fall air in the peaceful morning, and enjoying breakfast with a view of a medieval town surrounded by nature is delightful.
With another full day in Ronda, we decided to check out Puente Nuevo from the west side. After lunch at Las Tablas (again, because I have never had such tasty pork in my life), we went on a tiny “hike”. Less hiking, more exploring.
To get to the vista points, we had to cross over to the old town and head down Calle Tenorio. The set of steps leads you down to 2 vista points. Since most people headed to the first viewing point, we decided to proceed to the second one.
With the iron rungs at the end of that short trail, we turned around to check out the other path.
Undeterred, we decided to see if there was another way by going back up to the first viewing point.
Even though this was a tiny baby hike, we got an unexpected and unplanned adventure in Ronda. If it weren’t for the fact that we were in a rush to get back for some hot chocolate and churros (shop closes at 4pm), I would have tried to convince Joe to explore the other trail leading down to the pool.