the most jaw-dropping spectacle in Segovia must surely be the giant Roman aqueduct.
It’s not every day you find wild boar of local provenance on a menu and we positively pigged out ( pardon the pun) in royal style on several local delicacies cooked to perfection. Continue reading Day 3: a Portuguese interlude
This arid landscape was littered with previously-drowned, stony villages, a legacy of the sixties’ Franco regime, skeletons of dry stone walls stretched across the dusty plain and a tiny stone shepherd’s shelter, long submerged, lay exposed in the lower levels. Continue reading Real Spain; Day two-the arid road to Salamanca
…as I landed in Madrid airport for a short but very welcome break, my expectation was coloured by decades of second-hand reports of sangria and straw donkeys. Continue reading Real Spain – day one