La aventura más grande de Abe Honesto

Yesterday we got up early (sort of) and took a bus to Gibraltar. It's not that far away; a couple hours, maybe. When you get there, it looks like a rock. Because it is a rock. Even so, you have to pass through Customs and show your passport and all that, because it's owned by England. Very weird.

We hiked up to the top - seriously, about 350 stairs straight up. Ugh. I'm not a hiker. Still, we made it up - dodging the monkeys who climbed all over the rail and the wall as we went. I want one for a pet. It'd be like having a child, only it can't cry and is probably a lot smarter. Perfect!

Anyway. I'd gotten some photos with Abe earlier on, when we passed through the City Under Siege (a very disturbing scene with amazing Monty Python-esque sound effects). One with dead guys on a cart, one with the mother of a headless child. If blogger were being amable to me, I'd put them on here, but just go to Facebook, I guess.

But I was determined to get a good picture with a monkey. We moved away from the crowd of tourists at the monkey house and hung out on this other strucure a little farther up. I pulled a banana out of my purse and the monkey that had been watching from a distance suddenly decided we were pretty cool.

Several attempts to make her hold Abe ended with Abe taking a quick dive over the edge of the stone wall (not down the side of the mountain, thank goodness.) Abe also got considerably banana-ed, but he'll live.

The best, though, was captured in a video by Señor España. Once he gives me his camera, I'll put it up here. Let's just say that even when Abe tried to camouflage himself by hiding in the banana peel ("I'm the same color..."), he was rejected in a most heartless manner. And that the narrator's voice sounds a little like Franny's (though not nearly as good, of course).

I've gotten many requests to make more presidents. Tampon Teddy, anyone?

con amor,
molls