The Ruins (a.k.a Ruined Nerves)

Daily Drena: The car is going to stay parked for a while after this.

In attempt to use up the gas in our car, we took another drive. We tried to check out some ancient ruins, but they closed at 2pm and it was 2:30. Bummer.

http://www.rondatoday.com/6202/acinipo-ruined-roman-city

Instead of returning home with our heads hung low, we made a spur of the moment decision to keep driving and make a big loop. This got us into the tiny town of Setenil, and somehow we found ourselves being funneled down into skinnier and skinnier streets with no way to bail out. We tucked in our mirrors and held on tight, but suddenly came head to head with a(nother!) parade. We had to stop before we ran right into the parade and a passerby gestured and spoke in quick Spanish telling us how we could bail out. The only way out was a 6-point pivot around another car and up a steep street, quickly before the soldiers ran us over. After experiencing the lack of uphill power from before, we had visions of getting swallowed in the parade, drummers pounding at our windows and our car shaking like a cartoon. However, Diego maneuvered expertly and we narrowly escaped, just in the nick of time. Needless to say, after making a huge loop around (out of our way, but safer) to try to make it through the town a second time, we stopped in Setenil to touch solid ground again and let our hearts return to a normal resting state. This town had restaurants built into the huge rocks, using the rocks as a cool overhang for shade.

Later, instead of driving from our B&B to Ronda downtown to watch the sunset from the gorge, we decided to walk again. Much safer that way.

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