Today we left Segovia.
I had a rough nights sleep because of a choir of drunken Spaniards outside our window until the wee hours. Also there was brass, might have been a trombone.
David asked if we were now in New Orleans. It was quite something.
Poor Kiernan got a headache followed by nausea from it all.
Regardless I got up bright and early and set off to walk around the town with mom. Our plan was to get some breakfast then go to the Alcazar.
It was not to be. Bright and early is not a time that Spanish people eat or serve breakfast.
So we walked.
What a gorgeous place.
After a good walk some cafes opened and we sat down at a table in the plaza mayor and got a lovely breakfast. I was delighted to find they served avocado toast.
It had soft Burgos cheese on it plus walnuts plus honey. I like ours better with salt and lemon juice but this was still fun to try.
Michelle and Chris joined us se we all got to try little bits of different things.
Then we went to rest. After maybe an hour of laying down and staring at the ceiling we packed up to check out.
Moms got a ton of stuff to lug around so we saw her off in a taxi straight from the plaza.
The rest of us wandered around Segovia for another hour to get in a few more sights.
Quite by chance we came across this devil statue.
He is holding a phone that says I ❤️ Segovia on the back and he is taking a selfie with the aqueduct behind him.
Kiernan set his phone on top of it and took a selfie with him.
There is a legend that says that it wasn’t the Romans who build the aqueduct but a devil instead.
The legend says a water carrier girl was so sick of lugging her water up and down these hills that she traded her soul to the devil in exchange for the aqueduct.
She felt so guilty afterwards and so worried about her soul that she spent her time in constant prayer.
She was saved by the devil being unable to complete the work intime due to a storm.
The villagers forgave her and sprinkled the whole thing with holy water and called it a good deal.
You can see here that he is still carrying his last stone.
Apparently there was some protest of this statue in 2019 because the devil is too jolly.
The weather was beautiful and hot and we went down and got milkshakes.
I got a coffee shake and Kiernan got one called grandmothers cake.
He says it tasted like if pop tarts were good.
Make of that what you will.
Then we took a cab to the train station and got in the train for our 4 hour ride to Sarria and the start of the Camino.
Everything was going well until hour 3 when at a stop nowhere near Sarria all the people with backpacks got up and left.
Michelle texted me from another car to say that someone told her there was track construction and that we would be transferred to a bus for the remainder of the trip.
We told some British ladies sitting near us and we grabbed our gear and disembarked.
We hoped we were doing the right thing and we all tried to just go with the flow.
It was nerve wracking but we did pretty well.
Our bus driver thought he was playing Mario Kart. We were pulling some G’s and sliding into each other up and down mountains. A guy behind us got real car sick and a little boy in front of us was clinging to his sister and a Korean lady across looked like she thought she was about to die.
Then it started raining.
I am happy to say he slowed down when that happened.
This must be said for the man. He got us to Sarria very nearly when the train would have.
It was only drizzling when we got off the bus.
We made it to our apartment (with washing machine!) in only a few minutes.
There are 4 bedrooms here and a kitchen. Tonight no drunk opera, as Kiernan put it.
We went grocery shopping and mom made a big batch of ratatouille.
As it’s still pretty wet and rainy we’ve covered all the surfaces in wet (but clean) clothes and are hoping they will be dry enough tomorrow.
Now it’s 10 pm and I’m chilling and looking at pictures.
It was a big day. We had lots of challenges but I think we did really well with them. We kept level heads and good spirits and landed on our feet.
So far so good.
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