Life is too short for bad coffee. Luckily no risk of that with La Finca proving that no corner of the world is untouched by the flat white revolution. Ryan doesn't quite get what the big excitement is about a cup of coffee, if it doesn't have wheels and can't be driven on the ledge it's not worth thinking about.
Morning stroll in a rather deserted Granada before hitting the road. No it's not the weekend, it's just Europe, it's not like anyone has to go to work.
Dad I really don't what the big deal is, this whole clutch thing is pretty straightforward. I'm beginning to think you're not, well, clutch. Like at that last roundabout eh?
You know a place is going to be cool when the New Town dates to the 15th century. The town of Ronda is perched precariously on a towering plateau that's split right down the middle by a gaping chasm. That makes crossing town quite literal, there's only one narrow stone bridge that connects the two sides. In days gone by the lofty geography was a great defense mechanism, but in these hashtag-heavy days it's all about the infinity pools.
In case having the world at your feet isn't enough, Ronda also boasts one of the most famous bull fighting rings in all of Spain.
The fiercest toro in the whole land. Woe betide the matador who tries to take his sippy cup away.
Dad, I don't believe bull fighting is all that popular with my cloth diaper-wearing buddies on the Upper East Side. Well son, the grill at the Loews Regency on a 61st and Park does a roaring trade in bone-in rib eyes and not tofu so maybe don't believe everything you read in the New York Times.
The kind of town where you want to be careful when running around your back yard.
First sighting of the famous bridge, the only link between uptown and downtown. So kind of like the green line at rush hour.
Well it saves mowing the lawn.
You've got to admire the sheer imagination of the founding fathers for putting a town here in the first place. I mean, the usual checklist goes something like: water source, check; fertile soil, check; nice flat patch to build on, check. In Ronda they were like: epic clifftop location, check; opportunity for Instagram likes, check; other civic essentials, screw that you had me a Instagram likes.
Turns out these cliff dwellers are quite civilized folks after all.
Dad, how come our town square has lots of neon signs and is overrun with tourists and grimy Elmos shaking people down for tips?
Most of the tourists come as day-trippers from Granada so once the last bus clears out you're left with the Ronda from centuries gone by, give or take a few Vespa scooters.
Sunset over the cliffs with a local brew? I'll high five to that.
If this stroller survives the week of cobblestones its getting pounded by it's going straight to five stars on Amazon.
What do you mean they only have UHT milk Mommy?!
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