A-372 passes the breathtaking and picturesque Sierra de Grazalema region; more so than the views I soaked this morning before the rest stop. It is 2-way 2-lane road but it has the total width that is half the width of the A-376. And there is no dividing line. Fortunately, there is a lot less traffic on this road. Practically no one is here. On the way up, I can see the road serpenting the contour of the rolling mountains. This road is full of hairpins, zig zag, switchbacks, and elevation changes. As the elevation gets higher, the views on my left and beyond blind turns are rather scary. An Empire State building would fit nicely in this abysmal cliff. On the right side is the mountain wall. No guard rail on the cliff side. They use blocks of concrete spaced evenly painted in white giving the look of the zipper teeth.

When I can see no traffic for 1 or 2 km ahead and the road zig zags upward or downward, I get into my rhythm of decelerating and accelerating, shifting from 4th to 3rd, then 3rd to 4th, hitting the apexes on both sides. I navigate the A3 effortlessly up and down the Sierra de Grazalema. I have a big grin on my face that only a few old men sitting by the Grazalema village center witness. They look at me wondering what is this guy smiling so widely about. Here, the scenery is the only thing that changes swiftly. The pace of life is a slow as draining sap from a tree. I make a u-turn at a roundabout and head back to A-372 once more going the other direction.

A-372 passes the breathtaking and picturesque Sierra de Grazalema region; more so than the views I soaked this morning before the rest stop. It is 2-way 2-lane road but it has the total width that is half the width of the A-376. And there is no dividing line. Fortunately, there is a lot less traffic on this road. Practically no one is here. On the way up, I can see the road serpenting the contour of the rolling mountains. This road is full of hairpins, zig zag, switchbacks, and elevation changes. As the elevation gets higher, the views on my left and beyond blind turns are rather scary. An Empire State building would fit nicely in this abysmal cliff. On the right side is the mountain wall. No guard rail on the cliff side. They use blocks of concrete spaced evenly painted in white giving the look of the zipper teeth.

When I can see no traffic for 1 or 2 km ahead and the road zig zags upward or downward, I get into my rhythm of decelerating and accelerating, shifting from 4th to 3rd, then 3rd to 4th, hitting the apexes on both sides. I navigate the A3 effortlessly up and down the Sierra de Grazalema. I have a big grin on my face that only a few old men sitting by the Grazalema village center witness. They look at me wondering what is this guy smiling so widely about. Here, the scenery is the only thing that changes swiftly. The pace of life is a slow as draining sap from a tree. I make a u-turn at a roundabout and head back to A-372 once more going the other direction.