Still feeling the effects of a crazy travel week riding camels in Morocco, sleeping in Bedouin tent villages in the Sahara Desert and hanging out in the chaotic sprawling urban jungle called the Medina of Marrakech, Micki and I were on the mend in Seville and looking for our next family adventure.

When we pulled up a map of the area, it became clear that there was one last place we needed to check out before we left this area of Spain behind us. Only 2 hours south was an iconic landmark that I had heard about since childhood and never really thought I’d ever see it in person. Gibraltar was calling and that meant two things, road trip and monkees!