|The Rock of Gibraltar|
Gibraltar (pronounced “khee-brahl-TAHR” [xi.bɾalˈtaɾ] in Spanish) belonged to the Castilian crown for 242 years until the British invaded in 1704 during the War of the Spanish Succession. Since then, the tiny peninsula has become thoroughly anglicized over its 310-year history as a British territory. Ethnic Gibraltarians—who look a lot like their Andalusian neighbors—speak English, Spanish, and Llanito, the name for the fascinating codeswitching that goes on between those two languages.
|Mosque at the southern tip|
The southern edge of Gibraltar was beautiful, and mostly contained in a calm, green, tourist-free park that had a bright, white mosque and some ship-shape lighthouses for boundary stones. A small fleet of barges floated out in the Strait of Gibraltar, silent ghosts poised over the inky blue Mediterranean.
My time soon came to an end, and I hopped on the city bus and left what little remained of my twenty pounds on the counter for a ticket. It wasn’t long before I was marching across the (still empty) runway, leaving the English-speaking world behind and re-entering the land of Spanish.
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