Ibón d'Estanés

On Tuesday we went for a walk; not a stroll- more of a hike, with walking boots and sticks. Drove into France via the Somport mountain pass and just round a few hairpin bends to the carpark Sansenet (I think that's right!) There were a lot of cars there, and to call it a car park is flattery!
It took us about an hour and three-quarters to get to the ibón (tarn in Aragonese). The route is part in France and part in Spain-our mobile phones beeped to tell us when we changed signal.
It was fully holiday season and there were lots of people, mostly going up, but some early birds already going down. It's not a very hard hike; we are, frankly, not up to that, but even so, the downhill bit on the way back left us with blisters and sore toes.
Looking back at the line of hikers reminded me of the little trek to Arthur's Seat in Edinburgh-that's not nearly as hard, but just as crowded!

Rafa with my hiking sticks

People everywhere!

Holidays in Spain part 3

Considering we weren't away for a full week this is quite a lot of posts.
Leaving Mérida, the thermometer in the car read 39 degrees. Our secondary destination that afternoon was Trujillo, home of another of the Conquistadores, Pizarro. It turned out to be another monumental place; massive, palatial buildings, and a romantic statue of its most famous son.

Amazing headdresses aside, they were probably great thugs

Stout Cortez

Why do British people (of a certain age) always refer to the Conquistador Hernán Cortez as "Stout"? It's because of a poem by Keats:

On First Looking into Chapman's Homer

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise —
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Holidays in Spain part 2

Leaving Ávila, we drove to Cáceres. Once again, the GPS helped us get quite near to the hotel on the outskirts of the city. After checking in we caught a bus to the city centre.

A romantic statue of Hernán Cortés

Rafa and a modern statue of a news seller

Monumental Cáceres

We got to the museum at two o'clock, just as it was closing.....until the next day. The old city is magnificent, but not very..tourist friendly. Hot! The highest temperature we encountered was 39°C, on the road the next day.

Maybe the best bit was the views from the "Concatedral"; not a cathedral in its own right but with a village called Coria.

The next day we drove to Mérida. It's a modern city with the biggest collection of Roman stuff outside of Rome.

amphitheatre

working theatre

aqueduct

House of Diana

A Roman temple used to form a Rennaissance house; you can see both in the ruins. I took this photo from the terrace of a bar in a side street.

The biggest surprise was the circus. There's more here than any other in Europe. It was so hot, though!

Holidays in Spain part 1

We set off from Zaragoza on Monday morning. First destination, Ávila, via the minor national roads to the north of Madrid.

Past fields of sunflowers, province of Soria.

Romanesque church in San Esteban de Gormaz

To the walled city of Ávila. I used the GPS on my Smartphone to find the hotel I'd booked in the outskirts of the city. Reading maps is great, but the GPS was really useful to find the way found the ringroad of an   unfamiliar city, although a mis-callibration meant it led us to a block away from the hotel and insisted we were at our destination!  

Ávila

Is an amazing city; at least, the old walled part is a World Heritage Site

inside

outside

from the top

After spending Monday afternoon walking in Ávila, on Tuesday  we set off for the village of Tiemblo, past the big Burguillo reservoir.
                                                                                               

People were bathing from dry mud beaches here.

Our destination was just a little drive from the village, the bulls of Guisando.

four stone bulls

from 200 BC

the site of the "swearing in" of Isabel la católica

The bulls are made of granite like the great boulders in the fields all around. When you know, you see stone bulls and boars all over the place!

Ávila Parador grounds, stone boar