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 –
The river that used to drive the water wheels of Segovia’s old coin factory now flows turbulent and free under the arches of the old bridge. It brought to mind an old saying from medieval times, which claims that you can never bathe twice in the same river, because it will always be different water.
The paths are coated with millions of leaves. If you look at them closely you’ll see that no two of them are exactly the same. Every single leaf is different in terms of pigments – an infinite plethora of yellows and reds – and none are perfectly symmetrical. Autumn leaves remind us of how unique – Read More –
Leaving home early in the morning I am greeted by a thick red carpet. Leaves have been falling slowly all night long. The sun, still shy at this time of day, couldn’t offer any warmth. But autumn is here to be enjoyed – no excuses! I’m off for a walk round the city. Coming?
Segovia’s cathedral rises up out of this peaceful rural landscape and can be seen from several kilometers away. The tower is 88 meters’ high and in its time was the highest in Spain. Its impressive silhouette stands out on the horizon, welcoming the traveler.
The road bends right round as you enter San Marcos, one of the most beautiful places that skirt the city walls of Segovia. It’s incredible to think that a small city enclave like this, surrounded by vegetable plots, with so few houses and streets, could be so full of beauty and history. Here you have – Read More –
The plains of Castile shine like gold in the evening light. This is a gift offered up to us by nature before night takes us by surprise. In the September evenings, the landscape is more electric. The sky is a mass of bright hues that stand in contrast to those of the land, heralding the – Read More –
“Don’t add any more touches, that is what a rose is like!” This poem by Juan Ramón Jiménez is perhaps one of the shortest in the history of Spanish literature. We should adopt the same approach to photographs, texts, verses, the way we live, given that the only touch they tend to need is that – Read More –