The day after Toledo, I made another day trip. This time, I went to the beautiful city of Segovia (pronounced ‘Se-go-bia’ because the v’s in Spain are pronounced as b’s) with my Scottish friend Paul. Located in the Castile-Leon region of Spain, Segovia is a World Heritage city famous for the Roman Aqueduct with 163 arches. (I didn’t count them, but I looked it up). We arrived in Segovia around noon and it was another sunny September day. Apart from a gaggle of bikers who just completed a race, the aqueduct was the first site we saw and I personally think it stole the show. It was very grand and very impressive, plus I’ve never seen anything like that before.
The weather was so terribly hot that we had basically walked to the cathedral (which was very intricately designed as most cathedrals in Europe tend to be), when we decided we needed to take a break. So we sat at one of the restaurants for some beer, chips, and people watching. Out of all the people I saw, probably the weirdest one was this guy wearing a black turtle neck and black pants. Even to this day, I do not understand how he was not melting into a puddle of sweat. I was wearing a skirt and t-shirt and still, I had to pin my bangs back because it was too hot!
Segovia is a very aesthetically pleasing town. It’s similar to Toledo in its feel and its ability to confuse you with its narrow lanes that all look the same. It’s beautiful because the flowers bloom brightly, you can see the mountains in the distance, and the red roofs blend with the green trees as you stare out at the view. Because the historic center is so small, it’s easy to walk through at a leisurely pace. I don’t know the name of where we ended up walking to, but there was a wall that looked like it belonged to a castle and very lovely view of the sea of red roofs and fields of yellow grass. To get back down to the road, we took the adventurous route and climbed over the ledge to forge ourselves a path, but it failed miserably because it didn’t lead to where we needed to be and my legs got a bit scratched from the thistles.
When we finally did make it down (by taking the normal route) we escaped the sun and sat on a bench in the shade of the Alcázar Fortress before going for dinner and playing cards. I don’t remember who won, but it was probably me. (Kidding, I probably lost).
After dinner, it was time to catch the sunset because there is almost nothing I love more than a sunset. We made our way back to the Alcázar and sat on the ledge of a cliff to watch it. While we waited, we threw rocks down and practiced our aim as we tried to hit a tree (and hopefully not a person). Unfortunately, the fortress sort of blocked the sunset and there weren’t any pink or purple clouds, but it was still nice because the light cast an ethereal glow on the earth. Besides, I’ve always appreciated the effect the sunset has on its surroundings more than the actual sunset anyway – so in that case, it was very beautiful!
Once the sun set, we walked back to the town center and along the way, I saw an old lady walking very slowly up the hill which made me feel a little sad. It must be hard to not be able to run, and jump, and climb over fences anymore. It really made me appreciate my youth and the fact that I do have the ability to do these things.
Since we had some time before the bus left, we had one more beer and watched two little girls practicing flamenco dancing. Then it was time to go back to Madrid and say good-bye to the summery Sunday sunset in Segovia. (I hope you like alliterations).