Grazalema, one of Spain’s smaller white hill towns, is situated within Sierra de Grazalema National Park. On our way we stopped at an overlook for pictures of the town.
For lunch we had tapas. Pictured is, perhaps, the silliest tapa ever. We ordered a potato omelet and the potatoes were simply french fries. We ate two of them.
Meat, anyone?
Climbing the hills within the white hill towns revealed some beautiful countryside views.
A church by Plaza de Andalucia—navigating these small towns was quite easy because they’re (1) small and (2) centered around a main plaza.
I’m so anxious to combine all our pictures—Aimee, especially, took some beautiful ones.
Perhaps one of the most frustrating things about traveling in Spain is the afternoon siesta. Perhaps in the larger towns it’s different, but where we traveled, everything shut down from 1pm to 4pm. However this did force us to just wander (and, as you can see here, take lots of pictures).
We ended our afternoon in Grazalema at a little shop that sold these amazing (and inexpensive) dresses. There was no dressing room so we had to try them on over our clothes (which we did, laughing the entire time, much to the store clerk’s amusement, for nearly an hour). I guess you never get too old for dress-up. We decided to each buy a new dress and change in the car for an evening out in Ronda.
“I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.” —George Bernard Shaw
