Hotel Alfonso VIII de Cuenca
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- Minbar in room
- Breakfast Available
- Wireless internet connection in room (free)
- Wireless internet connection in public areas
- Non-smoking hotel
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Travel Blogs from Cuenca
... in raincoats we cycled in the heavy rain and actually quite cold conditions, stopping only for the very necessary haribo breaks, one of which took place in the sanctuary of a church. Lunch offered a new challenge. As we were about to sit down on some benches in a little picturesque village we were approached by an old lady whom we assumed was telling us off in Spanish. She disappeared back into her ...
... project and although they just didn't want to go down from the heights of the city to fetch water they submitted to the King that they needed water on hand should a fire commence through the heat of the summer (many of the buildings were timber). The King swallowed the story and the viaduct was completed.
We were lucky enough to book a restaurant high in the old city and after a dinner of wild boar with raspberry sauce and local veges I was ...
... of high speed trains. Cuenca is on the high
speed line from Madrid to Valencia, so the one way trip by train has been
reduced from three hours to one hour. Since I made it to Cuenca in a car that’s
not really relevant to me now.
Cuenca is famous for its “Casas Colgadas” or hanging houses.
What does that mean? I recall the pictures of multi-story houses perched
precariously on the edge of a cliff, but my ...
Our weekend trip started with a train ride to Cuenca, after spending the day in Cuenca we would take another train to Valencia that night where we would stay until the following night when we took a train home. Although we didn't go out the night before, getting up early to make an 8:00am train on Friday was not appealing, and for some reason we were all exhausted. The fact that it was a gross day and raining did not help. This was ...
... side I made it. It was sweat running down my face and not tears but everybody was graceful about not making a big deal out of it. Johan was concerned that he might not ever have the use of his hand back as it was crushed in the most loving way while crossing the bridge. The spend our time meandering through the old town, taking photos and walking uphill to the top of the town. Only 2.6 km from the bridge to the top. We were a little early for sunset and had to ...