The old Christmas backpack
At Christmas, my backpack and I hooked each other's backs and became adventure showmen and travel journal acrobats.
Spain
Esta es una revista de viajes creada en España. Aquí descubrirás rincones con encanto, historias españolas y rutas por España. Un buen lugar para empezar a viajar.
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Pico de la Miel: a photo story
The pictures, sometimes, you flee, but sometimes you stumble upon them accidentally as in the most unexpected moment. That's what happened to us that cold March morning in the Madrid Sierra de la Cabrera.
Argusino: the people claiming their souls
I spoke that their land was flooded by the waters of a dam a few decades ago by order of the authorities and that her memory of all the exiles a gap remained and now, using media, They intended to close. Some elderly people died voluntarily or sadness, they were given no option to remove their dead from the cemetery and gave them money that unilaterally decided the expropriating company.
Mesola: the gift of the Holy Innocents
It was the third time in the last six months I was heading towards the same hill, but circumstances, in any case, They were very different. This time it was the day of the Holy Innocents and had already begun the winter.
Mesa de los Tres Reyes: solitude above the clouds
Hearing his name on my curiosity immediately spread the charm of medieval times. They say that up there the kings of Aragon met, Navarre and the French viscount of Béarn to settle their border cuitas.
Mountain races, but not cleaning
I have nothing against racing mountain. It is a way of loving nature far removed from mine, but also respectable. Yes I have a lot against, however, of those who do not respect the mountain or get dirty with impunity.
Snowshoeing in the moonlight
If at the time when many put pajamas are getting dressed in ski clothes it is that something extraordinary will happen. And what better from Maundy Thursday evening to the mountain to walk with snowshoes under the full moon?
The carrerita Medellin
Virgin is directed towards the image of Jesus in a hurry, with the exultation of one who is reunited with her son three days after his death. It is the popular "Carrerita" Medellin, a tradition that will be repeated next Sunday in the village that gave birth to Hernán Cortés.
The mills: the weight of the stars
I do not know how much they weigh the stars, but tonight I thought we were falling all over. It could not be that heaven soportase together without falling apart so violently upon us. Anytime, there was no doubt, They start to rush.
Homage to the Sierra de Guadarrama
"Guadarrama. Parque Nacional", by Eduardo Martínez de Pisón and with photographs by Javier Sánchez, It is a geographical and sentimental x-ray of the Madrid mountains
1944 Collarada 2015
"Excursion to Collarada". Thus had my father headed, in 1944, a sheet that now seemed unable to resist a puff: that of his ascent to Collarada from Villanúa, one of the highest slopes in the Pyrenees. I had been around my head for a long time to try to emulate him. Seventy one years later, the time had come.
Cofete: the most spectacular beach of the Canary Islands
Twelve kilometers of sandy unspoiled beach Cofete, protected by a succession of mountains that seem to rise tonne soot, contrasts with the vast expanse of sand saffron separating it from the Atlantic.
Saragossa, door to door
Zaragoza is a city overshadowed by topics and an icon, the pillar, which historically has postponed, a visitor's eyes, the rest of the city. Let's look for Zaragoza in its ancient walls and, especially, in their missing doors.
Lecherines Cave: in search of ice
There is something special about going in search of the ice while Spain melts. There are fewer and fewer snow fields that resist the summer season in the Pyrenees, but, And the ice? To find it you have to enter the bowels of the mountain range.
Guisando Bulls: come in without calling
As i was seeing them, in the millenary weather between the ancient borders of the two Castiles, the image of the jihadist barbarians smashing the Assyrian sculptures in Mosul came to mind.
Merida: blessed romans
The overwhelming history of Mérida comes to you as soon as you set foot in the amphitheater, an ellipsis of ancient stones that is a nod to the glorious past of Augusta Emerita, the former capital of the westernmost province of the Roman Empire.
A skeptic in front of the tomb of Cervantes
During three days, the nuns opened their doors for the solace of the curious, credulous and skeptical eager to pay literary homage to don Miguel, Whether or not its remains are what shelter that niche. Did I claim a certificate of authenticity when I walked through the snow in the Prague cemetery on my way to Kafka's grave??
Loarre: a castle in the Kingdom of Heaven
There are places where you belong without having to frequent them. I belong to Loarre, where my paternal grandfather was born, and I am very proud of that affiliation. I have been several times, not many, Maybe because I've always felt it so close that there was no need.
Medellín: Is there the baptismal font of Hernán Cortés?
The church of San Martín, where Hernán Cortés was baptized, it is closed to the public. It ceased to be a place of worship more than a century ago and that liturgical abandonment took its toll on the temple. Anyway, the pile where the conqueror of Mexico received the waters of baptism cannot be seen.
Trujillo: memory of bold men
He unfolded the map on the counter with the same reluctance that a electricity bill deserves. Then he mechanically indicated with circles the places that I should not miss.. There was not an iota of passion in his words.
Ronda: the most beautiful city in the sunlight
"Si vais alguna vez a España, it is to Ronda where you should go. La ciudad entera y sus alrededores son un decorado romántico". Ernest Hemingway was seduced by the influence of the Malaga city, whose history and appearance overwhelm me as soon as I set foot on it.
The most beautiful way of Guadarrama
Forest beauty is overwhelming, as intense as the immense blanket of virgin snow. You can almost hear the verses of Machado. "It's you, Guadarrama, old friend, gray and white Sierre, saw my afternoons in Madrid, I saw the blue painted?”
Covarrubias: route of the viking princess who died of grief
More than 750 years, a blonde and beautiful norwegian princess, Kristina Haakonson, daughter of King Haakon IV, abandoned his Viking homeland to travel to distant Castile. Today we follow his steps from Burgos to Covarrubias.
Denia to Ibiza boat: in search of the wind
Four things count, nothing else matters. The sea, wind, and Heaven Too. Only four things in your mind fit, the rest stays ashore. For anyone who has never traveled sailing, worth trying at least once in the life. It's like opera: or hate it or love it.
