Well….I was supposed to go to Avila. Lots of st Teresa stuff there, of course.

I got on the wrong train, and ended up merely taking a tour of the Spanish countryside. Short story, it’s dry but somehow lovely.

I gave up and went on a walking tour of the “new ” part of town. It was great  as always to hear bits about how real people lived in the old days. The guide had a lot to say about Franco, too. Probs it’s not ok for the guides to get so politics but it was fascinating.

I spent the rest of the day wandering around random neighborhoods. So many neat little shops.

Today I actually did make it to Avila. More on that later.

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