OCTOBER 02 TUESDAY BLOG #22

OCTOBER 02 TUESDAY BLOG #22

Ok, what the hell did we do on Caceres day two, sitting here in Guadalupe this AM and trying to remember just a day and half ago and my mind is blank. Been on Vacation toooooooooooo long, I guess.

Caceres is a dark and foreboding place of stone building and quite square; after breakfast we geared up for the day and hit the Tourist Info Office around the corner from the Parador. Ruben was quite helpful and had perfect English which he wanted to display. He drew out a personal agenda for to explore in sequence all the way through a prayer service at 8:00PM if we were inclined…..not! We made to stop #3 of Ruben’s agenda and then had to stop for refreshment; we had been through the Jewish quarter, a Manor house and photo exhibition, a very interesting Arab Museum house and the cathedral which is totally under renovation and it cost us a 1 Euro to look at some old vestments and religious artifacts .  And so it was time for a bitter kas. We sat in a little tiny bar adjacent to the huge Caceres square and were served by a Punk Rocker wanna be gal. There were a group of youngsters opposite us with about 5 kids and the parents in their mid twenties. Too many kids and each looked scruffy and a little unkempt, were they Gypsies, I wonder? One of the guys had the dark curly hair, had the unshaven look and brooding eyes, very cute, a Hollywood stereotypical Gypsy.  Actually in the 70s they would have been called Hippies. Commune material, not the usual meticulous look of young Spanish families. They had a toddler of about 18 months, a cute little girl who would not sit still to drink her OJ or eat her choc donut. She wondered around the tiny balcony and out into the handicap ramp back up to the balcony again; she certainly kept the adults busy chasing her around and around.

We stopped the historic trail and ventured into the business section of town with shops and the like a plenty. Jane was excited because we found a topper for melting the sugar into caramel for Crema de Catalana and a few other trinkets to bring home to the States. Lunch in square and then back for the daily siesta hour. Back up those damn steps again! However, as the Spanish say it is good for the jamones! My legs should be legend by the end of this trip……..I should be so lucky, I’m just tired!

We really did not want to tackle the stairs/hills again so we opted to eat at the Parador. It was a good decision, we sat outside on the patio and had a wonderful meal and while Paul smoked a cigar (tsk, tsk) I had a dessert of chocolate covered figs (our favorite, Sandy!). Yum!

Rabitos (choc covered figs) displayed on a chocolate tree, Parador Carceres.

Only a few days left on this trip. Spoke to Gill and we will probably see her on Friday evening, after having lunch with JuanMi and Maite and the Tios. Who knows? Off we go again!!