The swift mass of cloud took us by surprise as we drove from Marbella to Ronda, Spain along A397. High in the Sierra de las Nievas, the sudden swirl of white prompted us to park at the side of the road and grab our cameras.
We weren’t the first to arrive upon the enchanting scene, however. One of my sweetest memories from our trip to Spain is of the white-haired couple we spied enjoying breakfast as they luxuriated in their lawn chairs watching the fog roll by.
The flight path of the clouds was obviously anticipated and well known to them—cheap, yet priceless entertainment. And as the shroud of ivory poured through like a silent river engulfing all the mountains below, they watched as quiet companions, sipping orange juice beneath a Spanish fir.