At the summit of the Rock, I found myself at a geographical nexus. The view spanned two continents, three countries, and the junction of the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea. To the west, I could see the city of Gibraltar nestled against the marina, while the Sierra Nevada loomed over the Costa del Sol to the north. To the east lay the vast expanse of the Mediterranean Sea, a reminder of the ancient civilizations that grew up around its shores. To the south, the Strait of Gibraltar stretched towards the Rif Mountains of Morocco, a testament to the region's strategic significance.
As night descended, Gibraltar unveiled another facet of its character. The city's buildings, now lit up against the evening sky, added a different dimension to its scenic charm. From the seafront restaurant, the glow of the city lights against the rhythmic lapping of waves created a picturesque tableau. This peaceful scene offered a moment to reflect on Gibraltar's maritime history, from its role in ancient trade networks to its strategic importance in naval warfare.
Contemplation at Sandy Bay
On the third day, I ventured to Sandy Bay. Although I refrained from swimming, the sight of the sea lapping against the sandy shores was a soothing experience. The beach, though man-made, seamlessly blended into the natural landscape. The sand under my feet was a
reminder of the interconnectedness of our world, transported from the distant shores of the Western Sahara. Looking out to sea, I could see where the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea met, a confluence that has witnessed the ebb and flow of cultures and histories.