One misses the Rock when one isn't on it...

Live from The Rock, it's Saturday night! Well, actually now it is Sunday morning but you get the idea. Yesterday I went out on a limb and joined a student tour to Gibraltar. By out on a limb I just mean that I decided not to just take a train/bus to Gibraltar and fend for myself. I'm sort of skeptical of these little student tours because most of them are riddled with American students all travelling in packs talking about getting drunk at every moment of the day. I figured that in going with a tour, even if I was by myself, I wasn't really by myself. And so I got to benefit from not having to make my own travel arrangements and not having to organize bus tours and guides and I was pretty happy with the final result.

Yes there were lots of annoying Yanks, but the two girls who guided the tour were lovely and our bus guide once we got to Gibraltar was a funny old Brit who knew all sorts of things due to his 28 year self imposed exile at Gibraltar. It was a beautiful clear day and we could see the tip of Africa and we could see the two ocean currents meeting along the Straight. We saw St. Michael's Cave, which was once converted to a military hospital during World War 2 when Hitler was trying to take Gibraltar, to a concert hall as of today. The monkies were out in full force, playing savage for the tourists. I was thrilled but had to wash all my clothes upon arriving home.

All in all it was a good trip and a pretty decent way to see and appreciate the Rock. I hope to be able to go back there when the parents come, but we'll have to wait and see. Next week I'm road tripping around Andalucia with some friends, so stay tuned!