Segovia is an ideal city to discover on foot. The path that goes along the Eresma valley is wonderfully pleasant at any time of year and can surprise walkers with sights like this one. Segovia has a serene beauty, which should be taken in one piece at a time, calmly, without rushing or following any – Read More –
Masses of snow fell on Segovia in the early hours of the morning. Afterwards the city reappeared blanketed in white. I’ll never tire of seeing my city covered in snow – it looks so captivating. As the great Japanese poet, Matsuo Basho, said: Let’s go snow-viewing until we all fall down!
Trust me, that abstract notion, that vast and sometimes pretentious thing we call beauty, really exists. I search for it all the time. The other day it kept appearing: It was in every corner of the city, every scene I wanted to capture with my camera. When that happens, I find it’s better to enjoy – Read More –
Dawn came at last. The darkness withdrew slowly giving way to the light and the colors on the horizon. In winter, first thing in the morning, the sight of the Santa Cruz campus from high up is pretty impressive. Segovia, with its multiple landscapes, can be so inspiring.
White storks are circling in the skies of Segovia. From the windows of the Santa Cruz la Real campus you can see these migratory birds gliding stylishly around the city. The sighting of a stork is the first sign that spring is not far away. Soon new life will appear and the cycle will continue.
On the outskirts of Segovia, just a few minutes away from the city, there are amazing landscapes to enjoy before the sun goes down. Leave the city behind, take a slow walk, look back at the buildings from a distance, breathe deeply (the air in these parts is so pure), forget your tiring routine … – Read More –
Watching these birds on a wire in Calle Doctor Velasco reminded me of something my grandfather used to say to me: “If there are eight little birds sitting on a wire and along comes a hunter and shoots two of them, how many little birds will be left there?” I would work it out and – Read More –
When Antonio Machado was a French teacher here in the city of Segovia, this is one of the places where the great poet of the generation of 98 used to take solitary walks. Some of his most beautiful verses are like paintings that blend the beauty of nature with what his sensitive artistic soul felt – Read More –
Not many people know that in Segovia’s El Parral woods lie the ruins of an old convent. As children we used to hide among these centuries-old stone walls, imagining all sorts of chivalresque adventures, like killing dragons or fighting giants. Every time I come here a spark of childhood is rekindled deep inside me.
In the surrounding areas of the Santa Cruz la Real campus the leaves shine like gold. Autumn, still glowing in all its splendor in its dying moments, lights up my way. The trees sway in the wind, laying bare their branches. It’s a melodic movement that heralds the arrival of winter. As I stand there – Read More –