Calpe

From Morfor's living room, on a clear day, you can see a large "mountain" seemingly jutting right out of the sea. Unbeknownst to me, one of our trips led us right to the base of it. The landscape of the area around us is arid. Sure, in the various "urbanizations," due to frequent watering, there is lush foliage. Elsewhere there are tufts of pointy grasses clinging to barren hills, very large hills! There are very large hills everywhere, most of them tiered for agriculture, others tiered, but crumbling and abandoned, and still others, usually the largest, pointing straight up in the sky, covered with chain link fencing, so that boulders won't tumble down onto the roads. The roads snake and rise and fall by the coast, leading to stunning views of the Mediteranean at one turn, and picturesque villages clinging to the hillside on the next. After several kilometers, we see the giant rock looming in front of us. "Calpe," as all the tourists call it, however it's real name is Peñon de I'fach, the massive cliff faces the town below it. We stopped in a shop for coffee right at it's base, and saw that it was connected to the land. I would call it bare, white, rock, other than the obligatory spiky grass clumps cling to the side, seemingly defying gravity. It's immensity dwarfs the buildings below us. You can actually climb to the top?! It is closed however for repair. Anna, who has done the climb mentions a dank tunnel, as well as a very narrow cliff walk, sans guardrail, with an 80 meter fall for the unlucky. We were happy to gaze at it's immensity for an hour or so, before heading out on our next adventure.