As I sat at an outdoor café table near an imposing first century Roman aqueduct enjoying fat, fleshy Manzanilla olives and a bottle of sparkling water, I blurted out for the umpteenth time: “This is like a movie!” My travel companions and guides – E and his parents – smiled politely, yet again, at what was becoming my rather unimaginative catchphrase for the visit.
We were in Segovia, a city about an hour northeast of Madrid. It was Sunday morning and the last day of my whirlwind tour. We’d set out by car for the city which is also the capital of a province by the same name — situated in the Castile and León region of Spain. As we made our way to the destination, a stream of questions and comments about everything I saw flowed out of me like a blathering five-year old.
A statue of a shepherd grabbed my attention. Yes, I was told, there are still shepherds in Spain and you can occasionally see them walking with a staff herding their four-legged flock. It isn’t as common as it once was but the ancient practice still exists. (To read more, click here.)
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