Michelle and I road-tripped with another couple, Heather and Joey, (Joey works at Michelle's school, and they are both from Oregon) to Gibraltar. They pictures tell the story pretty well.
On
the way down, we missed an exit and the GPS told us to exit into this
little town. Expecting it to lead us back to a freeway or turn us
around, we followed it's directions down a road heading out of town.
This road deteriorated to a dirt road between two fields. It went for 8
miles without a thing in sight and even some potholes. Luckily we didn't
come across any tractors heading the opposite way. The blue line on the
GPS was the route we took. The other lines are major freeways.
Joey was threatening me. I don't recall why, but it was obviously a big deal.
Various pictures of the famous windmills of La Mancha, that Don Quixote
tilted at. Well, he was tilting (jousting) at giants in the fog, but
they got so scared of him that they turned into these windmills. A few
of them are original from the 16th Century. Located in Campo de
Criptana.
There was a stencil on the wall of a building of what appear to be
nuns, or at least old women. They inspired us, so we had to pose like
them.
These windows, barred and chicken wired, were directly above the urinals in the men's restroom
Photos from a scenic overlook on the side of the highway. We are looking down at the railroad tracks.
Various pictures from our tour of the Rock of Gibraltar. The pretty
picture of stalactites is from St. Michael's cave which is old and
awesome and was used as a hospital during WWII. The other cave pictures
are from the siege tunnels drilled through the rock in order to place
cannons to defend it. The monument is to the pillars of Hercules, one of
which is the Rock of Gibraltar. The other is disputed, but is on the
northern coast of Africa. The old man posing with Heather and Joey is
our tour guide Jackie.
Hey look! I'm really close to a monkey! (Technically barbarie macaques are apes)
Oh look. The monkey is touching my head.
Michelle and I have the best fake phone conversations.
A small monument to the U.S. Armed Forces for their assistance in
defending Gibraltar. There a couple different ones commemorating the aid
given in different wars.
The first time I ever touched the Mediterranean Sea. It was really cold
that day and we were leaving soon, so I only dipped my big toe in, but
that was enough.
