A steel monster planted by the river, ruins that appear like memories and a perfect end on the banks of the Ebro. Today we travel slowly, with cold, wind and many little ones watching every step.
in the middle of nature 🌲
The rain and laziness left us trapped in the camper all morning, but when we went up to the Santuario de la Misericordia the wind was roaring outside and the heating turned the inside into a perfect refuge.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.