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Trujillo |
What a treat Trujillo. In the middle of nowhere particular. A little town. Wandering winding rundown streets opening out onto a most marvellous plaza.
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Being made to pose |
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Another fountain |
And then a castle at the top of the town with cellars which Mama hid down.
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I can see you |
And views. Views upon views to take your breath away.
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Looking at a view |
Daddy said I could only go up on the walls if I held his hand the whole way and if I let go we had to go down. Mama went down.
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A long way down |
And there were great big storks nesting. And when they flew overhead, the light went out. Like a dinosaur.
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Storkies |
The next day we drove up to the National park which is famous for its big birds. It was very very pretty and we stopped by a stream for lunch and looked at the footprints of wild boar.
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Lunchtime. |
Mama went on about all the wild flowers. Flag lavender and Rock Roses and white broom and orchids. Daddy picked something he said was sage and it smelt like poison.
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Flowers |
We found a sign to Castillo de Montfrague so parked Nona and started climbing a montain.
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The castle |
It was so beautiful when we reached the top but it was a very long way. And it was hot. And Mama had only one Chupa Chup to lead me onwards.
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The view |
And there were loads of birds. A vulture came in to land behind me and the shush of the wings ruffled my hair.
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Birds |
There were rivers below.
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River |
And birds above and we drove along the valley to a beautiful campsite near Plasencia and at night I hear the frogs chatting.
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Plasencia |
Today we cycled along the river into town and looked at an art gallery.
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Art |
And I looked at a dingdar.
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Dingdar |
Mama liked this a lot but Daddy got hot.
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Things |
And then we went for lunch.
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My glass of wine (with water). |
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