Though the white-washed village of Jimena de la Frontera was beautiful; its flower-filled patios and steep, winding streets couldn’t compare with the natural beauty in its surroundings.

After climbing to the top of the foothills which Jimena clings to, I walked through the ruins of the Moorish Castle. At one time, the castle made an ideal lookout for approaching threats as the views stretch all the way to Gibraltar.

I’m continuously amazed by tangible history in the form of ruins. Maybe that’s what drew me to study abroad in Greece?

When I finished ooing and aahing, I found the perfect little spot for a picnic:

Then, I started the trek down the rugged hillside…and by rugged, I mean there was no trail leading me down! However, I was rewarded with views like this as I stepped precariously through the rocky landscape:

Some of the trees used for the cork in wine bottles.

And just when I thought I had found a remote place, this guy showed up:

Perfect way to end the day.

To get to Jimena de la Frontera, I took the Algeciras-Granada train and walked from the train station (Estacíon de Jimena) into the city.