On the final excursion for my school I went to a small city south east of Sevilla. Starting the day was a little rough: sleeping though my alarm, still feeling the night before, and having about four hours of sleep. Dressing, eating, and getting out the door took a total of 10 minutes, and needless to say I was not looking forward to spending my day walking in the heat, up and down hills, while listening to a tour guide drone on about this special place and that special place. My winner attitude really set me up to have a great day, and I only became more enthusiastic through the hour and a half of winding roads, jerky driving, and heat it took to get to Ronda. Despite the fantastic start of my day, Ronda turned out to be one of, if not thee, most beautiful cities I’ve ever seen. Situated amongst farmland, and surrounding hills, Ronda sits on two separate high plateaus divided by a deep gorge with a river decorating the bottom, connected by a bridge. The city was a very quaint old town, with small winding streets, the oldest bullfighting ring in the world(?). I could keep talking about how amazing this town is, however I believe the pictures will do a better job than my rambling.