By juancar347 on Skatehive
Albendiego, Campisábalos, and Somolinos, with their small natural lagoon fed by the heavy winter snowfalls, especially harsh in the area surrounding the Sierra de Pela, are left behind. And so, to our nostalgia, are their silences, their secrets, and that uncertain feeling that travelers often experience when they feel their soul has been totally or partially seduced. With the Ulysses syndrome accompanying us, we devour the distance that separates us from a metaphorical siren, whose name, Atienza, may be familiar to you, for in it, as in the neighboring Segovian town of Cuéllar, one of the oldest known festivals is still celebrated: the Caballada. On this occasion, however, our focus is not on the festivities, but rather on the quiet richness of a Romanesque and medieval architecture that, although diminished and damaged by numerous circumstances—time being more than the only culprit—still possesses enough authority to challenge us to uncover some of its secrets. If the medieval archit