Do you know the Elvis song Never Been to Spain?
There’s a lyric where he sings, “Well, I’ve never been to Heaven, but I’ve been to Oklahoma.”
After visiting Ronda, I think the song needs a rewrite.
If Ronda isn’t Heaven, it’s at least Heaven-adjacent.
Language barrier?
Not really.
The views spoke for themselves.
And as if it couldn’t get any better, Rick Steves picked the most perfect hotel — with a room and a view that matched Ronda’s magic.
Then, to top it off, I had the most delicious dinner of the trip.
I swear I am not exaggerating!
My Travel Tradition
I have a tradition when I travel — I bring home a small piece of pottery made by a local artist. Usually, a simple bowl or dish that can fit in the palm of my hand.
Something that will remind me of the trip. Not one for every city — just one to hold the memory of the whole place.
I found this one in Ronda.
That last morning I watched the sun rise and tried to hold onto it all — the light, the warm air, the rare feeling that for a moment everything was exactly right.
A perfect place.