Last Sunday, I went to Segovia with a jolly bunch of acquaintances. There was a bit of trepidation beforehand, because the weather forecast had been atrocious. The little symbols on the weather site consisted of clouds in the morning, dark clouds with one raindrop in the afternoon and dark clouds with two raindrops in the evening. Not even a glimpse of a happy sunny face peeking through anywhere. Lovely…
Segovia is about two and a half hours drive north of Toledo. When we crossed the mountains, about half-way through our journey, at 1,700m altitude, things looked truly desperate. The fog and drizzle were so profuse that we couldn’t see any further than three car lengths ahead.
We finally made it to our destination, where the sky was overcast. It was windy as well as quite chilly (14 degrees C, I was wearing my woollen winter coat, totally unheard of in June!), but no rain, thank God. It did start raining eventually, at the very moment when we got into our cars to head back home, so we were very lucky indeed!
I’d been wanting to visit Segovia for absolutely ages. I was dying to ogle the impressive 818m-long Roman aqueduct in the flesh. This thing has stood there for near enough two thousand years, without even a speck of mortar – only the pressure exerted by the granite stones is holding it all together. Pure engineering genius!
Rather than pummelling the entire outing’s picture crop into one post, I’m saving the Royal Palace for next time 🙂