Chapter 151 The streets of spain

Mariama stood at the edge of Ronda, her eyes taking in the breathtaking view of the El Tajo gorge. The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her past slowly lifting off her shoulders. "New beginnings," she whispered to herself, clutching her small suitcase tighter. As she made her way into town, the cobblestone streets echoed with her footsteps. The air was filled with the aroma of fresh bread and the sound of distant laughter. Mariama couldn't help but smile, despite her exhaustion. She approached a small real estate office, its windows adorned with pictures of charming houses. A bell chimed as she pushed open the door. An elderly man looked up from his desk, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. "Good evening, miss. How can I help you?" Mariama stepped forward, her voice tinged with hope. "Good evening. I'm looking for a place to rent. Something small and quiet, preferably at the edge of town." The man'