A white stork was perched on one of the beautiful gothic pinnacles of the old Santa Cruz la Real Convent. With the precision of an acrobat, he slowly turned around balancing on the tiny space he had to maneuver and started to make and loud clack-clack-clacking noise with his beak, which fortunately only went on for a few minutes. It was like he was saying hello to us. Afterwards, he stayed stock still for a good while. I’d love to think that he does it to protect us.