Yesterday, John and I set off on an expedition into the countryside. We visited Consuegra, a village known for its many old, picturesque windmills (¨molinos¨) and its historic castle.
We rode a bus into the misty morning, and encountered over-friendly locals as we searched for the tourism office, located inside one of the windmills. I loved the sprawling view of the surrounding countryside from within the windmills, but my favorite sight by far was the 15th-century castle.
The Consuegra castle is everything that a castle should be, from its turrets and towers down to its medieval dungeon. As with so many areas of Spain, it seems stranded in time. Today, this once-powerful seat of the Church in Spain hosts only pigeons, and occasional wayfaring college students.
We ate tapas for lunch at a small bar in town, and discussed philosophy and literature on the bus ride home. Cervantes would be proud.
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