Since we messed up the first time, getting to the train station to Segovia was a breeze. It was like a groundhog moment. Segovia is located in the center of Spain on a rocky bluff surrounded by rivers. Its neighborhoods are separated by cultural communities, Moors, Christians and Jews, who lived and worked together during the 16th century manufacturing boom. So much history and diverse architectural styles. Lots of pedestrian paths, terracotta colors, flower pots in windows, mountain backdrops and beauty everywhere you turn. A central plaza with vendors selling fruit, clothing, flowers and more.

Points of interest

Aqueduct of Segovia (El Puente) – an immense structure of granite blocks built without cement under the Roman Empire welcomes you to the city. It brought water 10 miles from the Acebeda river in the mountains to the city. An amazing civil engineering feat that my Dad would have appreciated. We were welcomed by flocks of tiny birds squawking and flying in and out of the arches in the aqueduct. I was impressed by the birds more than the architecture.

Welcoming birds

Segovia Cathedral – the last Gothic cathedral built in Spain with construction starting in 1525. The exterior architecture and detailed stone carvings and lattice work was incredible. The interior was massive and impressive too.

Alcazar de Segovia – one of Spain’s most famous castles built above the city. It began as a medieval military fortress and changed to a royal palace for Spanish kings, a state prison, a Royal Artillery College and a military academy. Today it’s a museum and military archives building. Urban legend says that the castle was the inspiration for Disney’s Cinderella’s castle. The view from the castle is spectacular.

Reflections for the day

Today was a perfect day where I thought about different cultures living together to build such a beautiful city. It’s hard to imagine the blood, sweat and tears that went into carving stone, building scaffolding to reach high areas, laying roof tiles, lifting heavy granite blocks, all with no modern machinery, tools and air conditioning. I was exhausted walking the city for the day and my lower back by the end of the day said “no Mas!” Also, Spanish olives don’t taste like American olives. Both Sean and I don’t like olives, but these were pretty good. Tasted freshly picked and not salty. Olives served complimentary with cocktails. Muy Bueno! Adios para dia! We loved Segovia!

Back home in Madrid for a very late dinner – 11:30 pm. Found this cozy spot for a sweet meal. Quiet for a nice change of pace.