Black cows with horns

The road to Avila. The drive up was a treat in it’s own right as the Sierra de Gredos provided at first pine forests then a magnificent reservoir formed by a dam in a valley (Embalse de Burguillo) where apparently the carp go to 40kg’s. Forests turn to rolling brown fields then suddenly before Avila the fields contained, as Lesley said excitedly ‘black cows with horns!’
Avila is a sort of mini-Toledo without the river but with the perimeter wall. Saint Teresa lived and died here and she is joint patron saint of Espana. This weekend is a big celebration of her life. We ended up in the former Bishop of Avila’s palace that was a lavish overnight stop with the best breakfast to date. Also staying here was Fito (Fito who? big rock star in Spain). We later learned he was putting on a gig in the evening just down the road. Young girls started screaming as we left the hotel for our evening meal, it was for Fito one step behind us heading for his blacked out motor to take him to the arena.
Back to Teresa, her ring finger complete with ring was removed when she died and sealed in a vacuum jar. So naturally the photo should be of her withered finger but unfortunately photo’s are not permitted so Boris the Bull, our mascot, makes the page.
Hasta Luego.