Casa Rural El Viejo Palomar
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Last day in Spain :( ( actually should be ): representing an angry bull, but more on that later...) This morning was bright, blue and warm for a change - haha - and I twisted Kath's arm for coffee and chocolate pastries at my new favourite joint to start the day off with a jolt. Walked through the open air market - HUGE!! You name it, they got it - you want a gas mask? Look no further. Used power tools? Original comics in their sleeves... Wha a place. Grampa - ...
... it's actually Ratoncito Perez and he delivered her some fake pet mice). Tessa is a bigger pain in the butt than ever, with more irrational opinions and urgent needs and inflexibility than we've ever seen. Worried about erasing her year of growth at Montessori. The Spanish family called her Tesscapate (escape fro Tessa).
Eating: Now here's an unusual one. We love the chocolate milk and the fresh bread. ...
... and density of 4.5 per square kilometer (about 13 per
square mile). That’s similar to farm counties in states like Iowa. I was
fortunate to have a brief respite from the rain to wander around the town in
the morning. There are not many significant sights, just a really nice old
city. I suppose a long time ago in the Middles Ages and maybe well into the 19th
and 20th centuries, a place like Siguenza would have been crowded
and bustling ...
... br> Meseta have led to major depopulation as young people have migrated to Madrid
and other cities for several generation leaving declining villages populated
mostly by elderly people.
The first village I stopped in was Hita, a walled town on a
hill with a few old Romanesque churches and a nice town square. It was still raining
steadily and cold enough I wondered if it might turn to snow. Needless to say,
I didn’t linger for long.
... bells ringing made the moment even more surreal. Topping our French picnic experience was the unexpected gourmet palate surprise of 'miel et cannelle'. What looked like a pate spread of some sort to go with our cheese and meat turned out to be a creamed cinnamon honey which was to die for- oh I can't describe how amazing it was spread over the fresh bread, I was in heaven! As we sat there soaking up the experience Mother Nature had provided us we realised it ...