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.
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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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.
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 was one of those days that slip by slowly. A Romanesque bridge at dawn, an unexpected chat among campers, Trujillo on high and an old station where trains no longer pass, but calm does.