After leaving the festival in Malaga, I hopped along the coast to Gibraltar. If you don’t know, Gibraltar is a small peninsula extending from the southern Spanish coast into the Mediterranean Sea. The entrance to the Mediterranean from the Atlantic is known as the Strait of Gibraltar. Gibraltar is known for the enormous rock that makes up 90 percent of its land mass.

Since the ancient Greeks, Gibraltar has been a point of interest. In Greek mythology, Gibraltar was considered one of the Pillars of Hercules and thought to be the end of Earth. A tremendous cavern was discovered in the rock that can be traced throughout ancient history. The Greeks also thought this to be the entrance to Hades.


The rock has played important roles throughout history. Special operations were underway during WWII to prepare for German occupation. The Rock of Gibraltar has hundreds of miles of tunnels dug into it for storage, escape and defense. The tunnels were dug initially for defense against Spanish troops trying to take back control of the rock but also became even more extensive during WWII. Gibraltar is under British authority and has been since the early 1700′s. 

Maybe even more interesting than the historical significance of Gibraltar is the special population of monkeys, Barbary Macaques. These monkeys are native to the North African Barbary nations, thought to come over during Moorish occupation in the 8th century. The monkeys reside on top of the rock within the boundaries of a nature reserve. However, these guys are completely wild and completely free. There are no cages or solid boundaries separating them from tourists. So you can imagine my initial shock when walking off the lift at the top of the rock and find monkeys literally hanging around. There are many warning signs as you approach the top concerning the monkeys. You are not to touch the monkeys or feed the monkeys; you are advised not to have open food when you are around the monkeys, nor plastic bags. Apparently these monkeys are known to be thieves.


I had a close encounter with one of these monkeys. After hearing numerous warnings that the monkeys will steal your food, I thought it was just a precaution in case something did happen, the workers could say, “I told you so.” I had just finished touring the cavern and saw a snack stand that sold Magnum ice cream bars. Now, if you’ve never had one of these, you are missing a small piece of heaven on earth. They are delicious. The day was hot so I figured it would be a good time to eat one. As I’m purchasing this bar, the lady said, “Be careful around the monkeys!” I hadn’t seen any monkeys around so I thought it would be no problem. With great earnest I opened the ice cream bar anticipating that first bite and it did not disappoint. Casually I walk out of the small cafe to enjoy my ice cream. I get three bites when I notice a plaque on the rock explaining more interesting facts concerning the cave. As I read the information, I feel a thud on my shoulder and suddenly my ice cream bar is gone! I look up and sure enough one of these crazy monkeys had stolen my ice cream and was perched on top of the roof gobbling it down! At least I got a good story out of it and he enjoyed a great ice cream bar














































































