They didn't do cobblestone roads in medieval times, at least not like people know them. Luckily the interior of the restaurant was modern where it mattered, and the food was very good. View didn't suck, either.
In the restored - or should I say sustained? - medieval village itself, the bullfighting ring. It's not the coliseum, but it must have sufficed.
A closer look at the largest artificial lake in Europe... which is why you can't see most of it.
This is where I try to spend as much of my time as I can, while I'm there. The surprisingly shoddy weather this year spoiled it, really. That hose in the water is attached to a kind of vacuum cleaner thing that chugs across the pool floor.
This should all be in direct sunlight. Those paving stones should be too bright for my eyes without shades. I can't specifically recall the last time I saw clouds in the sky at this place.
When I'm not swimming, I'm writing at that large stone table. I may have finally restarted my Knights of the Old Republic fanfiction again, hurrah.
This is what happens when I remember to try and justify the use of colour in my photography. Taken during the end of one of the good days.
My mother's horse. It's older than I am, which is quite an accomplishment for an equestrian.
And last but not least, this is 'Berta (on the single occasion she sat still long enough). Lovable when not in the grip of insanity, during which times she rarely recognizes me. I'm unfamiliar with the breed but she's a dog with a little cat thrown in.
I need to finish off a roll of B&W film before taking the whole lot to the developers, since I can't be arsed to develop the film myself. In the meantime, those SGs that sent me prints on or around my birthday... nothing's arrived yet. Frankly, this is no surprise, because Royal Mail sucks.
