Got Storks?

We are back in Toulouse so I thought I'd update my Blog! While we were in Spain I did not have great internet access and in the the little town called Covarrubius we were high and dry web wise. Of course that was when we discovered that our bank had decided to protect our money ....from us! At one point desperate for web connection we went to the town library, very coolly located in the tower keep, where the lady running the place kicked the local boys off one of the computers so that we could activate family members to plead with the bank for us.

This picture was taken from our bedroom window that looked out on a little church built in the 11th century. Much to our surprise there was a family of storks looking down on us. Stork nests on top of churches seems to be pretty common in Spain we saw a couple of them.

We spent two nights in this little Medieval town, 40 Km outside of the big city of Burgos in Castle Spain. We came from A Coruna where you hear the constant cries of the seagulls and the pounding night life and it was really nice to have piece and quiet. The hotel we stayed in was family run although we only met one person of the family because the rest were on vacation! Each room was named for a historical figure and we stayed in the one called Atanagildo, who was the first Visigoth King of Spain to die of old age!

Every afternoon at about 5:30 pm all the residents of the town meet at one of the two local bars (including the one at our hotel) and drink and play cards for a couple of hours until dinner. The days are hot but it has relatively high elevation so the evenings cool off quickly.

Since the town really is old they don't have to go all "Ye Olde" to attract tourists and most of the tourists are Spanish. We went on a 14 Km walk that they have outlined in the tourist center and had a great time walking through cherry fields and to another town and back. At the end of our hike we put on our bathing suits and cooled off in the river. The people in the town have piled rocks in the river creating a small dam which in turns creates a lake for swimming and it was a perfect way to cool off.

So that we would be ready for lunch at 2 pm. Yes, you read that correctly. Even in the small towns the bars don't open until 6 pm and dinner before 10 pm is considered eating early. On the up side it does give you time to down a couple pitchers of Sangria and take a nap before dinner ;-) !