Que mono es este mono (How cute is this monkey?!)

A guest preview of the blogs to come from my friend Meital who traveled with me this past weekend.

               Though Stef will go into much deeper and wittier detail the main point that everyone should walk away with about Gibraltar is that it is truly a magical place filled with culture and magic. A colony that one man claimed to have much more money than it knows what to do with, Gibraltar is a place that can have synagogues, chapels, and mosques right by each other. It is also the best place to lose your purse (as I did) because only in Gibraltar will it be picked up by a policeman and returned to you without anything missing.

               However, there are those in Gibraltar that should never be trusted. They only think about themselves and will not hesitate to rip your bag open and trash what they can get their hands on. But year after year people get drawn in by their luscious hair and pleading eyes, only to be attacked and fighting to get these creatures off their back. The Gibraltar monkeys are adorable, but ruthless. Still, they can make a long walk enjoyable, introduce you to your future husband, and leave you with some interesting stories for the kids.

Yes, I did think about taking that baby monkey home with me.
One of my biggest regrets in life is not having monkeynapped it.

My mom never did that for me.

Contemplating how to steal a monkey.

Two friends and a monkey. Who is who?

We climbed up, down, and around that.
Had lunch in the cloud. Actually.

Baxter magically lit up this cave.

Monkey chowing down on Gib Welfare-provided fruit

Meital, me (you should know that?), and Elizabeth atop Gibraltar's Rock

These may be my ancestors. 

These monkeys have no tails. Neither does Meital.

Adventure is out there.

If you were stuck in a tunnel in WWII,
wouldn't you at least be grateful for this view?

Was this before or after Meital got her purse returned
by a complete stranger in a foreign country?

Now approaching heaven.