Made it to Ronda, which entailed hiring a Moroccan Grand Taxi out of the Tif mountains, crossing la Frontera, catching the express ferry out of Ceatas (Spain’s toehold in Morocco) and then a train ride from Algeciris to Ronda.
Ronda is where Papa Hemingway set his novel “For Whom the Bell Tolls” and the bridge here is where the insurgents were thrown off of to their deaths. No one talks about that around here. Just Hemingway and Orson Wells, since they both came here for the bull fighting.
We missed our ferry out of Africa so we thought we were toast. But we made the train in Spain somehow. Been here in Ronda two nights and will be leaving for Madrid tomorrow morning. I get one more day at the Prado.
I had a chance to paint the Puente Nuevo, here in Ronda, as well as the old arab bridge which predates it by 700 years. Was going to paint the old Roman bridge as well (Origins unknown…) but went down with a tummy thing last night and took it easy today.
Well, Ronda Spain is going to be my first international workshop. It’s all here. Access. Infrastructure. Beautiful buildings, squares, long distant views, and countryside. And chocolate. A big draw for my wife. And warm and friendly people. So next November I’ll start posting details about what I will teach here…
Right now I am so beat this is a short post.
Here are a few paintings, the Puente Nuevo, and the Arab bridge. I hope to publish a procedural in an upcoming PleinAir Magazine. Specifically, the Puente Nuevo. I’ll let you know when and if it happens.
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