He unfolded the map on the counter with the same reluctance that a electricity bill deserves. Then mechanically pointed out with some circles the sites that I shouldn't miss and asked us, yes, Where we came from. There was not an iota of passion in his words. The passion, apparently, You had to bring it from home. subject, naive of me, that in the hometown of Francisco Pizarro Someone would have had the happy idea of ??editing a brochure by guiding the traveler's footsteps through the Trujillo places linked to the Peru, A "Pizarro Route" or something like that. But. The Board of Extremadura, which has finally been able to shake the complex centenary of guilt and tour the route of the discoverers ("Conquistadores" is still a damn word) I should make one more effort to get shine to the memory of one of their most illustrious children. «If you want, You can buy it in a bookstore », The lady was excused while giving the next visitor the good morning, willing to scribble the nth map in legitimate defense.
I left the Tourism Office against the evidence, again, of the neglect with which Spain treats its bolder children, To those chosen capable of starting some lines to history, A boldness that the Spaniards usually make a face. Fortunately, In a main square as beautiful as Trujillo the dislikes lasted little. Before us, A solar house that had not even pointed to me on the plane stood out above any other. The Marqués de la Conquest Palace He gets up on the same place where Gonzalo Pizarro's house was presumably located, The conqueror's father. Here was his brother Hernando, The only one of the four who returned from Peru, And his daughter Francisca Pizarro Yupanqui, that had with the sister of Emperor Inca Atahualpa, Inés Huylas Yupanqui. In his corner, as the proud bow of lineage, A monumental shield remembers, With the endorsement of Carlos V, The conquest of Peru.
There was not an iota of passion in his words. The passion, apparently, You had to bring it from home
On one side of the Pizarro statue, uploading the stairs of the church of san martin, On the street of the Ballesteros you ascend through the cobbled while breathing lineages. To our right, The NH hotel boasts of building: the old Francisco de las Casas Palace, Hernán Cortés cousin. A little later, In the house of chains, Where Felipe II stayed, The gothic tower of the pin, crowned, Like almost everything here, For a storks nest.
The slope crosses the Santiago Puerta, one of the four that are preserved from the walled enclosure. In the church of the same name, The oldest in Trujillo, Next to a Recoleta Plazuela with a watchman, The burials of Rancio Abolengo are piled up, Among them those of the Tapia. The six crow heads of his shield (They say that being besieged by the Arabs in Pancorvo these birds were responsible for bringing bread with their peak) denote the origin of their ancestors.
I left the Tourism Office against the evidence, again, of the neglect with which Spain treats its bolder children
Walking a few more minutes until the hill, known as "fox head", is the castle Muslim era, Vigness of much of the region. Within, In the Chapel of Our Lady of Victory (in thanks to the city's reconquest in January of 1232) The image of the Virgin spins on herself, Something that I had not seen in Mexico, A prodigal country in surrealisms in religious imagery. From the courtyard, You have to travel the castle canvases between towers, Baluveres, Barbacanas and cars parked at the wall of wall that considerably shave medieval mirage.
Lowering the hill in the direction of the Plaza Mayor, one trips with the Pizarro Museum House, that the family shield looks. On the upper floor, the main episodes of Pizarro's life are briefly reviewed. It is a small old museum, Without spark, With its showcases of another time and an old model of the conqueror's route as the only one. There was not even a store to acquire books about the conquest of Peru or a miserable pin for the fridge. Pizarro, certainly, deserves much more. I was interested, yes, A panel located on the ground floor with the Pizarro's family tree. You couldn't take pictures, But people did the same. To the tourist, general, Higa matters the recommendations of museums.
Pizarro's house is a small old museum, Without spark, With showcases of another time and an old model as the unique flavors
A step away from the museum are the ruins of the CORIA MONASTERIO, Where Francisca González, Mother of the conqueror, from a family of peasants known as "Los Roperos", Servia as created Beatriz Pizarro, Aunt Grandma de Francisco, that was born from the love affairs and Gonzalo Pizarro. Now house a museum on the discovery of the New World managed by the Xavier de Salas Foundation. Only opens on Saturdays and holidays in the morning. It was closed.
Behind us, path of Church of Santa María la Mayor, Next to a lemonradrada alley, Garguera's, It almost goes unnoticed. Low chopped, narrower and closer between the living rock that hugs the walls of the houses. While you travel it, immersed in an aroma of another era, The Castañear de las Cigüeñas and the Piar of the Birds that announce the spring is heard.
Magallanes' memory has succumbed among its countrymen, inevitably, to Pizarro's
Returning on our steps towards the church of Santa María la Mayor, A bust escorted by car parked in front of the main door of the temple. It is the one Francisco de Orellana, Amazon discoverer and son also from Trujillo, whose memory has succumbed among its countrymen, inevitably, to Pizarro's. He has no museum that gloss his pioneer descent from the great river, one of the great adventures of history.
Inside the Church, In a dark corner of the baptistery a crown of plastic flowers hangs with a rough tape with the flag of Peru. And a registration in a small dusty frame makes me happy while confusing me: «Peru to Francisco Pizarro. On the occasion of the IV Centenary of his death. 1541-1941». Peru, to what is seen, Look at Pizarro with much more admiration than Mexico to Hernán Cortés.
The soil of the church of Santa María la Mayor is a dazzling carpet of lineages and signs abolengos
The floor of this temple is a dazzling carpet of lineages and signs abolengos. You walk stepping on the tombs of the Vargas, Heras, Hinojosa, Loaysa or Altamirano, illustrious surnames that were easted from the history of Extremadura for centuries. It seems that at any time he will thunder a voice of the ultratumba claiming a Our Father. In one of the ships, the burial of Diego García de Paredes, "The Extremaduran Sams", whom Cervantes immortalized in a chapter of El Quijote. If you want to enjoy unbeatable views of Trujillo and its surroundings you have to upload, By narrow spiral stairs, to the two towers of the Church.
Back to the Plaza Mayor (where a tourist train comes from, very requested by families with children, that goes up to the castle touring the historic center) and following precisely the steps of Cervantes, I approach a passage under an arc located next to the courts, The jail cannon, until Pizarro Orellana Palacio, who acquired a conqueror cousin, Juan Pizarro de Orellana, To the Vargas after returning from Peru.
The sun is already being put on and Trujillo Bulle on their terraces of the Plaza Mayor and in the last purchases of tourists
As seen, Trujillo's story is a chess game always played by the same surnames. Here the author of El Quijote was housed when Guadalupe was going to fulfill his promise to bring to the Virgin the chains of his captivity in Algiers. Old City Council, It was also a hiring house where the expeditionaries were enrolled to the New World.
The sun is already being put on and Trujillo Bulle on its terraces of the Plaza Mayor. Tourists make their latest purchases in shops that compete with their VERA paprika lots, Casar or Pitar wine cake. Pizarro, From your pedestal, I guess he laughs at all of us.
