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Gibraltar

Gibraltar in February 2018: walking in from the Spanish side down Winston Churchill Avenue, into a very British corner of the Mediterranean.

Gibraltar packs a remarkable amount of Britain onto a very small rock. We visited in February 2018, and the street names set the tone before anything else could.

Inga pointing at a Winston Churchill Avenue street sign mounted on a stone wall in Gibraltar
Winston Churchill Avenue, the road that brings you in from the border. Subtle, Gibraltar is not.

The Rock was a day trip that winter. Through January 2018 we were staying up the coast in Estepona, white houses stacked above the Mediterranean, with Gibraltar waiting at the end of the road.

Inga with a cold drink on a white rooftop terrace in Estepona, white houses and pine-covered hills running down to a bright blue sea
A rooftop in Estepona, January 2018. White houses, pine hills and the sea road that eventually leads to the Rock.

A few weeks earlier we had been up the coast for the Christmas lights of Málaga; across the strait sits our other odd-border story, Ceuta. This stretch of map collects them.