The other morning, on his way to his wood carving class, Jaime took this picture, looking out on the fields as one enters the old town. Every day the view is different. It doesn’t matter if it is rainy, foggy or stormy, Ronda is as they say un ciudad soñada, a city of dreams. Or to us, a city where dreams are made. The Andalucian landscape unfolds itself like a live oil-on-canvas and our life within it is like a moving painting.
