From Hotel Villa Arce we drove 25 Km or so to the Cave of Altamira,
a cave in Cantabria, Spain, famous for its Upper Paleolithic cave paintings featuring drawings and polychrome rock paintings of wild mammals and human hands. (Wikipedia)
I relive last year’s fantastic holiday by bringing posts over from the trip blog. This doesn’t aim to be identical to the trip blog, but an improvement, with text edits and more / better photos. Find all these posts under the tag: Spain2015.
The cave was found in 1879 by an eight year old girl, and in the time since has been visited by many people. Those visits caused degradation though and now a true to life facsimile has been built beside it, and that’s what we visited.
It was amazing to see what human hands had created some 18,500 years ago. It wasn’t appropriate to take photos inside the facsimile, but I grabbed the one above of handprints in the museum.
From the caves we drove another 250 Km through beautiful countryside to our accommodation in Robles Laciana. We were heading in the direction of the red rocks of Las Médulas, where we had a hotel already booked for the following night.
One thing about the countryside: pretty much all the buildings are made of pale stone. At least in the countryside, there is a great uniformity in building styles and materials.
06 September 2015: Every day brings so many delights.
We’re staying at Casa Rural La Cabrera, Plaza de la Iglesia, 4, 24139 Robles Laciana. It’s basically a country pub.
Next door are sheep, one wearing a bell.
Pretty much no one speaks English in this tiny village.
Last night our young waitress asked if we were ready for dinner. After we said
Si she disappeared for ages.
When she returned though she brought with her a sheet of folded A4 on which she had written the menu, translated into English for us.
How kind and thoughtful is that!
The meal, by the way, was both delicious and cheap.
The next morning we stretched the bounds of the pub’s hospitality because we wanted to make an early start for our next destination — we asked to have breakfast at 8 am. For the Spanish, who have their evening meal sometime after 9 pm and whose work day seems to start around 10 am, this was pretty much the middle of the night. Crazy tourists!
For breakfast we were given Madeira cake with butter and jams, biscuits, fruit and yoghurt, and juice and hot drinks.