Hey DJ won't you play that song for me?

So Ronda is EXTREMELY beautiful. Almost painfully so. It felt worthless taking pictures of the views, because there was no way that they were going to capture even 1/4 of what you were seeing...but you still have to try. The Cathedral in Ronda was just another cathedral. I think I'm going to get really tired of churches. They are cool, but there's only so many 50 foot gilded Jesus things you can see before you start to yawn. The Palacio de Mondragon was interesting...It's like a small palace that they converted into a museum of the entire history of Ronda. So there's like a room with plastic cave features, and a room with a hut and cavemen building fire...it's actually a little weird. I wish it had just been reconstructed to look like it did when it was a palace, it felt like they ruined it with all these stupid huts and caves.

Funny story about the trees in Ronda...so they have a bunch of orange trees along some streets, and I had actually been looking at them and wondering why no one ate them. Apparently, they pick off all the fruit that grows within an arm's reach, because the tourists always eat them and the oranges are extremely bitter. Our tour guide said you could tell when someone got one because the tourists made ugly faces.

The bullring wasn't as exciting as I expected it to be...just a giant sand circle. The museum of bullfighting had some interesting artwork in it, and costumes of some famous torreos, and the knives and stuff of the matadores.

So America wins on the pizza front. Instead of trying Spanish food, I'm sampling the many pizzas of Spain, and they are not even comparing. I have certain criteria for my pizza...1. I enjoy a tasty crust. It should be thick. But the crust of a pizza here is essentially matzah. Super thin, super hard. It was so hard, my friend broke her knife in half trying to cut it. 2. I enjoy quite a bit of cheese, as this is part of the basic concept of a pizza. But cheese is pretty meagerly handed out here. 3. I enjoy the service of a pizza slicer. They do not always slice your pizza here.

Siesta struck another fatal blow on the Ronda trip. We had free time in the afternoon, but there wasn't anything to do because everything closed for siesta. I had a really amazing piece of cake though. It tasted a little like tiramisu, but so much better. And then just wandered the streets and sat in a park listening to my friend's music till it was time to go. I probably listened to Richman by 3OH!3 15 times, but it really never got old.

So that was Saturday. And I've started taking Sundays as hermit days. I clean my room, stare at my homework, in general bum around the house. It's good to not do anything at least one day of the week.