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The next place we lit, was a spectacular find. Another ancient, rural town, in a gorge that was like Sedona cubed. We had a room with balcony, about 300 feet above (directly, dizzyingly, above) the Guadalaveir River. The town is Albarracin, almost straight east of Madrid, and was named from the Moorish occupation, from a tribe of Berbers who lived there. Two nights in Albaracin, basking in the hot sun, on our balcony by day, going up into the surrounding pine forest to picnic and see some cave paintings, hike on the trails surrounding the little town, wander the twisty, but mostly empty, streets. |