La Casa de Santos y Anita
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... a now snoozy village!
On we headed for Soria, the capital of a same-named sub province of Castille. This was a town large enough to have a ring road and thus to generate anxiety about missing turn-offs. It was a pleasure to find that our hotel was down a tree-lined lane that it shares only with a church. The hotel overlooks a steep drop down to the river and half of the town. We went on a big walk to investigate and ...
... However, we safely negotiated our way through the good hearted banter (!) and headed off up the mountain. A mixture of road surfaces saw us at the top after a European replica of Pike's Peak. The downhill side was as good with sweeping bends and good surfaces. Entering Soria, the road works team had decide to close a number of roads in the town centre and, after an initial couple of attempts to disappear up our own exhaust pipe, we found the hotel - sat up ...
... Then we saw Arcos de San Juan de Duerno. It's a pretty courtyard type thing attached to a small structure.The arcs are beautiful. After that we took a walk along this beautiful river. It is such a nice place to walk along and would be great to run along as well. We walked to the Ermita de San Saturio. It is basically a small church built into a cave/rocks. It is really ...
... Look! A big rock! ( We are in country Spain! ) A lot of fun though... Especially when someone yells 'Duck.' (No..... there are not lots of ducks in this area of Spain.... But haven't got to Madrid yet... There may be ducks there.) They yell 'Duck' so they can take a photo out the window. However there are bulls. See attached photo. Story goes that these huge black billboards used to be emblazoned with the name of a Spanish Sherry. ...
... to Cascante. At this rate it would be dark when we arrived. The scenery here couldn't be more different from the last road: just a long flat agricultural plain with ploughed fields as far as the eye could see to the distant mountain ranges: there were no hedges dividing the fields and there would be nothing to stop the wind cutting through every part of this land. Occasionally a little village could ...