Iberian Adventure - part 11

 On Saturday we started the journey north. We had originally thought to stop at Cordoba, but decided instead to stop at a small town called Villafranca de Cordoba.

The campsite was quite rustic, but was more geared to Spanish families than foreigners. It had all the facilities, including a swimming pool, but seemed a little unkempt.

Villafranca itself was just a standard small rural town with nothing much outstanding about it, but looked tidy and well cared for.



On then on Sunday to Toledo, to a very swish site just outside of the town. Given that the temperature had risen to 35C, the pool was very welcome.

Toledo is famous for Damascus steel, or rather the turning of this very high quality steel into swords and knives etc. . They are nowadays made with no sharpness to the blade so only good for ceremonial purposes.

It also claims to be the City of Three Cultures - and you can easily see the Spanish, Moorish and Jewish influences.

This was another town that was a joy to wander around and explore, with the historic centre having all the necessary alleys and steep passageways.. If you are ever heading this was I can recommend it







Today, Tuesday, we ignored the siren call of Madrid, and drove to an unusual town called Avila. The whole town is a world heritage site as it is totally enclosed by medieval city walls. You can walk along the walls for about a kilometer that have been fully restored. Quite impressive, really.

The basic site we are parked up in is right underneath the walls.

The enclosed town is exactly as you would expect, with a multitude of churches, squares, steep narrow roads, and very pleasurable to explore.







As you can see from the last few pictures the day was dull and overcast and considerably cooler that the past few weeks, and as I type this the heavens have opened - so we got the town visit in just in time.

Tomorrow we head to Burgos.

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