A Spain Moment

In one of the last tapas places we tried, in Ronda, in town, before going to the train station to return to Madrid, they played loud, old, Michael Jackson. And the tapas were very fussy, modernist, minimal, and expensive. Yeah, they were good, but so were many other less pretentious tapas experiences over the past two weeks. We perched on the tall stools and endured it before paying and walking outside to pull our rollers to the station.