Hoy Monfragüe nos recibió pasado por agua y sin rapaces, pero con rocas enormes, ciudades con historia, reencuentros inesperados y una noche tranquila junto al embalse. No todo vuela, pero todo suma.
in the middle of nature 🌲
Hoy paseé por uno de los pueblos más bonitos de España, olà siglos de historia, comà terraza al sol y acabé la jornada bajo un puente románico. De esos dÃas que se guardan en el hocico para siempre.
Hoy olÃa a dÃa grande desde primera hora. Un embalse perfecto, una carretera vacÃa como un cuenco recién lamido y Cáceres entera para pasearla a cuatro patas. Mucha piedra antigua, poco tráfico y final de cine.
Salà a mear de noche y me encontré cara a cara con un zorro. Luego vinieron pueblos tranquilos, romanos por todas partes, mucho jamón y un rincón secreto junto al agua donde dormir de lujo.
Salimos tranquilos por la nacional, sin prisas ni tráfico, y acabé paseando por plazas con historia, mirando monumentos imposibles y durmiendo junto a un embalse con pescadores nocturnos. DÃa redondo de patas y ruedas.
I woke up in a new place, good sun, good bed, and then… washing machine, park, airports and a terrace full of noisy humans. But in the end, tranquility and views of Seville, which is what matters.
We slept so-so and arrived late in Guadalupe, but the town welcomed us with calm and ancient stone. Papa Edu got lost amongst cloisters, relics and a small, black Virgin, while I kept an eye on the camper.
It dawns with rain, but Plasencia winks at us and stops raining just as we begin to walk around it. Medieval doors, two cathedrals, frantic Christmas shopping and the end of the day among vultures, rocks and a seventeenth-century bridge where we sleep in silence.
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 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.