We didn't hit Gibraltar ‘til the end of the week and as you can see from our rather energetic agenda, we were in the mood for a more relaxed pace. I drove us to the border (by this time, I was pretty good at the navigation thing and didn't get lost once -- MAJOR accomplishment!).
We parked on the Spain side; their meters aren't like ours. You get a slip; when you are done, you put the slip in a machine, and pay it, then leave. I suppose you could just drive off, but I wouldn't want to risk it over there, would you??
You can tell that you aren't in Spain anymore. I'm going to opt for the politically correct and let you figure out why when you get there. We walked in and took the bus from the gate. You can walk, but keep in mind that you have to cross an airfield. . . really quickly as planes were landing as our bus was going across. . .
Once you get to the main area, you can shop ‘til you drop. There are some bargains there (watches, gold, and such), but they aren't as unique as the Spanish cities. We found mostly British pub food. If that is your thing you are in luck.
By this time, we weren't in the mood for much more touring so we didn't see the monkeys at the top of the mountain. After walking for a bit we took a double-decker bus tour and sat on the top. It was interesting.
I was glad to be back in Spain; it was a feeling that is hard to put your finger on. I just really LOVE SPAIN. I did get another stamp in my passport, but you have to ask for it.