We've been monkeyin' around too much to blog. Thought we'd post so you'd know we're alive. Here's evidence of our monkey (ape) encounters on the Rock of Gibraltar. They were everywhere. Hanging off car side mirrors, stealing ice cream sandwiches, and hopping on unsuspecting tourist shoulders for a good pic. The mother with her baby was so sweet, and surprisingly calm (much calmer than Cohen was). We were only about 4 feet away, but she didn't seem to mind.
Living the life -ape style.
Sleep.
Scratch bum.
Pick mom's nose.
Then sleep again.
Looks like he's king of the Rock. That's Africa in the background. How cool is that?















