The pink princess on her throne.The southern coast of Spain was truly beautiful. In the areas where you didn't have to look at all of the massive billboards advertising the latest real estate trend it looked even better. It was too bad that the coast highway has been burdened with all of the visual blight.
The roads themselves were interesting. Margaret has a keen talent of finding the curviest road in the world and our time in Spain confirmed that she has not lost this talent. About three-quarters of the way from the coast to the mountain town of Ronda, driving on this little goat trail of a road, we both looked at each other and just laughed. Years ago when we were dating, she sent me on a wild goose chase on a very similar mountain road outside of Taos, New Mexico. We both laughed at the recollection and the current similarities. While we were in Ronda, we answered the question of why people settled there: because they couldn't find their way out once they arrived.
The scooters... ah, now there is a calming memory. Little teen agers on mopeds/scooters things running all over creation and cutting in and out of traffic. Where was my 12,000 pound armored truck when I needed it?
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