Grazalema, another whitewashed town nearby, much smaller and even quainter and more lovely than Ronda. We have remained up in the hills, despite having to navigate our little Citroen on single lane roads winding through steep canyons with the occasional 16-wheel tour buses barreling down in the opposite direction. But, no matter...after the recent rains, everything smells sweet and the fig, olive, pomegranate and plum trees that grow all along the country roads here are now all laden with ripe fruit to pick and we've foraged for plenty of blackberries, too. By the way, have we mentioned that in Spain, when you order coffee, they always make you a cup of strong espresso with plenty of steamed milk and mounds of foam?! It's a coffee lovers paradise :)