Yesterday's hotel, plain as its rooms were, had a winding staircase the wood of which was very old:
An outer and an inner front door both with lots of carved detail and bronze fittings:
Along the say, a thick wooden door with one of those tiny windows you see in convents in the movies:
How exciting is this! We are marching along the Via Aquitana:
The scenery continues to be flat, dry, barren, and vast, oh, and there are lots of flies:
on the other side of the road, as well:
No, it is not Canada, but cañada, (track or ravine). The services it promises are minimal: no drinking water, but you can grab a table and, as the cloud icon indicates, there is a small overhang offering shade:
Ian and Tanya moving steadily along La Via:
At last we arrive at a town! It is our town, Calzadilla de la Cueza. Granted we have walked less than eleven miles, but this we did without a break, so the lure of a pool on this warm, dusty day was exciting. Alas, graffiti, only:
View (I love it) from my bedroom and bathroom windows:
The daily washing machine, although this shot is from a previous day:
Of a truth, it cannot be from today because there is a problem in town, a town, which has exactly one commercial establishment, the place where we are staying:
Translation: Notice: Tomorrow (which is today) the 25th, the water will be cut off from 9:00 a.m. until further advisement due to the cleaning of the tanks. Signed, the mayor.
So, having had a nice lunch with our friends Friedrich and Marianne, but unable to take a shower or do laundry, Tanya and I set off to explore the couple of streets that make up this town.
A common building material here is mud mixed with stones and straw. (If you click on the photo to enlarge, those features should be visible). The windows (small) sometimes have no glass but vertical bars in front of wooden shutters:
Peeking through a gate to a courtyard and flowerpots:
An even smaller window with no bars at all. The mud, stones and straw show up better here:
Getting up close to a tile roof, one can see that at least some of the tiles are supported by cement:
A town, no matter how small will have a large church, but, like this one, it is likely to be locked:
Parts of the meseta may not be barren after all. There is a lot of farming equipment in this town, and it ain't there for nothing:
A playground; no children:
Oh joy! It is 4:30 and The water has come back on at last!
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