And no, we weren't intimidated by the scary tunnel. What could go wrong in Gibraltar? First we join a random group on a tour-van that takes us to the southern end of the Rock. Here we look south to Africa.
Then, a little further along the spine of the Rock we stop to walk through some of the caves, including a nice light show.
After we resume our journey, about half way along the Rock, we pick up a pilot,
who assists our driver.
He later poses "with" Momma. Don't let the placid smile fool you. She was squealing all through: "He's pulling my hair! Hurry up!"
At the north end of the Rock we see the Airport below that is the boundary between Gibraltar and Spain.
A tour of the fortifications facing Spain ensues. We descend into Gibraltar proper and wander along the tourist infested streets
One of the charming moments came in the bank where I was waiting in line to change Euros into Pounds (to buy postage stamps). Two young ladies were chatting in line in front of me. It was fascinating to hear their British-accented English merge seamlessly into and out of Spanish. This is known as Spanglish.
A beautiful day, Momma renews acquaintance with a distant cousin (I'm in trouble now, aren't I?) and my dream of taking her to Europe begins to be realized: God is good. So we leave Gibraltar behind us, beginning to realize that our cruise is drawing to an end and Italy is awaiting us.
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