On Thursday morning Gregorio and I left Madrid around 8:30am, destination: Oliva. His parents live in Oliva, which is on the east coast, south of Valencia.
Little did I know, Gregorio had a whole day of stops planned. Our first stop was about 40 minutes outside of Madrid, in Uclés. The air out here was so fresh and quiet; it was a nice change of scenery from the city.
|The castle in Uclés|
After seeing the castle from a distance, we drove up to the top of the hill to explore the area on foot.
|Entrance to the castle we did not enter.|
|Creepy faces on the molding all along the castle walls|
|The faces, staring at you|
|Pretty, rustic windows|
Right across from the castle entrance, we saw these doors opening up to some old ruins.
Gregorio had quite a laugh when we walked in and saw that the ruins had been converted into a basketball court. "Only in Spain," he said between chuckles, "would they have historical ruins, yet instead of preserving them, they turn it into a basketball court!"
On our way out of the town, we were turning around on a road right next to a lovely fountain. I really wanted to take a drink from the fountain, so I jumped out of the car and headed straight towards the water, eyes on the prize. BOOM, next thing I know I've face planted onto the ground right in front of the fountain. I hear Gregorio laughing as I push myself off the cement to see how the heck this happened.
My left foot was in a two-foot deep trench that encircled the fountain. There was a small bridge to walk across, but since I was staring at the fountain and not the ground, I completely missed it.
|Beware of trench|
|No hard feelings, lovely fountain, you were worth the tumble|
After capturing the photos I wanted of the lovely yet sneaky fountain, we headed back to the highway and continued towards Oliva.