Segovia

So on Friday we were herded onto buses and driven to Segovia, an old town about an hour outside of Madrid. It thankfully was not raining, though it was a little chilly. All around us we could see giant, snow-covered mountains - I forget how mountainous this country is.





There are many old things in Segovia, apparently, including a castle that looks like a Disney creation and a really, really old aqueduct that the Romans built that still supplies Segovia with water, because nothing created by Rome ever falls down (except for, you know, Rome).



I took a few pictures but most of the credit goes to my friend Katie, who actually took all the decent ones because she is much better at taking pictures than I am.



We also walked though a giant, beautiful cathedral:



There was also coffee, which is wonderfully cheap here (my habit is going strong, quelle surprise).



On the bus on the way I crocheted a hat, to the great entertainment of everyone around me (it was probably amplified by the fact that Katie, whom I was sitting next to, was knitting a scarf). I have basically decided that crochet stitches are glorified knots that people do on purpose instead of by accident. Doesn't stop me from almost compulsively trying new stitches and patterns. Mia, you have created a monster.