On the Road Again, and Again, and Again

Part 3: Segovia and Toledo

I didn’t even try to capture everything… and still the picture editing continues.

We drove from Salamanca and Avila to Segovia, then finished the marathon in Toledo.

Segovia is renowned for it’s impressive Roman aqueduct, Alcazar and Cathedral. All of which we walked,

climbed and skipped thousands of cold, dreary steps to see.

But it’s all good, right?

We even took a little downhill trek to visit the remains of St. John of the Cross, modestly tucked away in a small church outside the city walls.

Fitting for the heroically austere priest, poet and Doctor of the Church.

No problem, it was all downhill… until we went back uphill to the palace.

I can’t help but feel as if she meant for me to be on the other side of the cannon. Lunch is next, I swear!

Only our teasing of the “suckling pig,” caught their attention. We assumed it would go down as quickly and confidently as the chuleton… until we actually Googled the meaning. Our three little pigs… no matter their hunger level, would not possibly want to eat piglets. So we let them in on our discover gently, long before placing our lunch order. Revulsion, horror, heartbreak all registered simultaneously. Five minutes pass and Jane announces, “I’d still like to try it.”

When in Segovia… you see all the sights, and apparently, shamelessly eat Peppa.

That’s not all you eat. There’s no such thing as a free aqueduct tour with your kids.

Cash or credit?

The sock gloves came off.

We needed some amazing grace to finish this race… the load-bearing/baby-wearing was beginning to strain the team captain.

The girls started trying to get us kicked out at the Escorial…

Parents: “This is a palace and a monastery!!! Where are you???”

Of course.

By Toledo they were plotting an armed rebellion.

We managed a strong finish with artwork featuring El Greco and an astounding sanctuary.

But there comes a point, for us it was Friday lunchtime, when even the grownups can’t bring themselves to enter another historic building.

So we made our way around Toledo, literally.

Then bravely zipped over the river…

And grabbed Cate before she went through the wrong kind of “woods.”

If that was the way to get to grandmother’s house, these three would gladly set off. Ken and I really enjoyed the sights; however, we set the vacation bar admittedly low on this trip. I’m pretty confident that when we hit the road again next month for what should be another great adventure… they may be willing to trust us with their next spring break.