Today the rain was calling the shots more than we were. Plasencia slipped away from us between wind and invisible umbrellas, the mud won several battles and we ended up sheltering in the camper, dry, warm and so peaceful.
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Today I got lost among mountain goats, Roman roads and paths that seemed to hide secrets. The river's water accompanied us all the way, and the mountain gave us the last light of the day.
Today we say goodbye to the year among snow, mountain roads and comforting silences. We went up to Gredos with hardly any plan, looking for cold and calm, and ended up celebrating the quietest possible New Year's Eve, at 1450 metres, warm and happy.
Today I learned that not all towns make you fall in love, that some throats are watched more than they are walked, and that in the Rosarito reservoir there's plenty of space to run, play… and crash a drone against a treacherous branch.
Today the sun woke us up wanting to go for a walk. Tranquil forests, a hidden valley, mountain passes with history and a perfect ending by the river. One of those days to be savoured slowly.
Today I stayed watching the camper while Edu got lost among kings, endless corridors and very serious stones in El Escorial. Then we strolled among giant nativity scenes and ended up sleeping in a dark and silent area, ideal.
Today I had to walk further than expected among giant stones, pines and somewhat chaotic paths in La Pedriza. It rained just when it should, there was a strategic Whopper and we ended up sleeping in total silence, as the dog manual dictates.
Today I conquered medieval bridges, walls overlooking the river and mountains full of snow and suicidal sledges. From Talamanca to Buitrago and from the Morcuera pass to a forest perfect for a cosy sleep.
We slept amidst ice and calm, we scared away ghosts with heating and ended up walking among vultures, castles and ravines. A long day, of ancient stone and tired legs, which ended beside a Roman bridge and much silence.
Today I strolled through Medinaceli, among Roman arches, noble squares and stones steeped in history. Then there was a shower in the sun, country doubts and we ended up sleeping in a picnic area that at night was more intimidating than expected.
Today I got lost among waterfalls, stairs and tunnels in the Monasterio de Piedra. Lots of water, lots of tired legs and a monastery that Edu wasn't that impressed with. In the end, motorway, pitch black night and bed in Medinaceli.
We slept with wind that howled louder than I did, waking up Daddy Edu to wrestle with the heating. Then fog, Tarazona that looks like Italy, an abandoned sanatorium that gives you the creeps, and a perfect hideout next to a dark reservoir.