Saturday excursion number three brought us to the town of Segovia, briefly preceded by popping into the gardens of La Granja (muy bonita). The city of Segovia is quite hilly and has the best (? I could be making that up) preserved aquaduct in Europe. This is impressive especially because it stays just rock on rock without the assistance of cement or anything. Besides that, it has this enormous church that looks a bit like a tan city of the future, a neat glass-making school, and the castle off of which the Cinderella castle was based! I, being of royal blood, felt quite at home within.
"Quack," says the Aquaduck
Welcome to my home
When walking around Segovia made me realize one of the things I loved about Valladolid the most: there are no tourists. Segovia wasn't swarming with them, but I was taken aback upon seeing other groups of Americans. Before signing up for this program, I had never heard of Valladolid (nor had anyone else even though it is one of Spain's largest cities), but I appreciate its lack of touristy things and English speakers. It is Spanish and doesn't really care who you are, which is how an immersion destination probably should be. In Valladolid, if I see other Americans it is because they either go to my language school or the other one (Minnesota, Texas, Iowa, and Pennsylvania represent!).
Multiple sources from the Segovia study abroad group had instructed us to go to a cafe called El Oso Blanco to get Spain's (and possibly Europe's) best sangria.
Unfortunately, we were primarily there during siesta, hence everything was closed. However, as we gathered to get back on the bus at about 6:10, we were informed we had about 20 minutes of free time so a group of us swiftly walked back to El Oso Blanco where we flattered the bartender into racing against time to make us the fancy sangria. He was seriously running back and forth in preparation, as all the fruit was cut up on the spot and he had to mix like four different drinks to make it.
We all downed our fancy sangria and Connor ran in, telling us that we had to be on the bus NOW. Naturally, I found myself frantically running up and down the busy streets of Segovia dodging people left and right, street musicians serenading us as we sprinted past one at a time. It was definitely a scene from a movie, minus something evil chasing us.
The man is a wizard, to be certain!
We all downed our fancy sangria and Connor ran in, telling us that we had to be on the bus NOW. Naturally, I found myself frantically running up and down the busy streets of Segovia dodging people left and right, street musicians serenading us as we sprinted past one at a time. It was definitely a scene from a movie, minus something evil chasing us.
Or was there?
IN SPAIN, IT'S ALWAYS ABOUT THE DOLLS.
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