The sun is glorious at this time of day. It hasn't had time to sink its teeth into your skull yet. I ride on the b-roads, being ever so careful about the bike and, after a long ride through the woods, I come over a rise and see a giant, well preserved castle next to a lovely little village.
It is too early to visit the castle, but someone is there and she lets me in when I ask her nicely in Spanish. Inside the castle are wonderful tudor-style beams holding up a second floor, like a mezzanine all around the patio. It is lovely and I thank her profusely for letting me in.
Afterwards, I take breakfast in the local cafeteria in the village. I try to pay, but the girl won't take anything. I walk away more confused about the Spanish than I have ever been, but am grateful that there still exists a culture like this.
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