Segovia

04/06:

Well, it's just about the end of my trip (tomorrow is my last day), and I couldn't think of a better place to end it. I'm sitting now in a stone-walled garden all to myself with a little fountain, warm sun, cool breeze, and green grass peppered with bright red little poppies. Little cottony seeds from some tree float freely in the wind. The valley beyond the stone wall holds remnants of a 2000-year-old Roman aqueduct, and to top it all off, there's an old castle just up the hill. Yes, this really is the way to finish this memorable adventure.

Segovia is a quaint place. It's amazing how a little town like this can change so little over the millennia. Madrid was too much "city" for me (people shouting all the time, everyone in a rush, prostitutes and shady gold buyers lining the streets...), but this is the Spain of legends. Of course, you can't really have a modern job here (career options include selling things to tourists, and providing services for people who sell things to tourists), but it's great to visit.