On our fist visit she cooked us a bacalao (codfish) stew which was literally overflowing with garbanzos (chickpeas). You can imagine the symphony of sounds and smells emanating from that farm house that evening and into the next day. For Easter, however, she cooked a special meal for us, baby lamb that had not eaten anything but it's mother's milk. Well..what can I say? Ah.... It was delicious?
From the aqueduct area, there are small buses that take you around the whole town for a fee of 1 Euro. Since Mom was with us, this was the only way we could go. We stopped at the Alcazar, the castle in Segovia, which apparently is the model for Disney's castle.
From the aqueduct too, through a warren of winding, rather steep streets, where street performers can gather a considerable crowd:
one reaches Segovia's Plaza Mayor (most towns and cities of Spain has it's own main plaza)
|Pushing Mom in her chair in Segovia's Plaza Mayor|
Dominated by the majestic Segovia Cathedral.
The Cathedral is a perfect example of Gothic architecture, characterized by the decorative and ornate, with it's soaring spires, taller walls, lofty towers, pointed arches, and vaulted ceilings.
|pointed arches and vaulted ceisling in cathedral corridors|
Inside, it is filled with magnificent examples of religious art.
But these magnificent houses of worship (as we saw in Rome and discover in Spain) are for the most part no longer places of worship but museums, and tourist attractions. Masses are relegated to side chapels and attended by a mere handful.
|Sunday mass in Salamanca Cathedral|
In Segovia, after the Easter Sunday mass, (for which we came early so as to make sure we had seats, only to find that our family constituted maybe a 3rd of the congregation), we watched a procession in the Plaza Mayor, re-enacting the first meeting between Mary and the Risen Christ.
|The image of the Risen Christ|
The Plaza was filled with people, tourists, vendors,
and local participants:
|In black with their Mantillas of lace|
After the procession we proceeded to Candido, a restaurant right beside the Segovia Aqueduct.
where we partook of their specialty: Cuchinillo, a 21 day old piglet that was roasted to perfection and cut with the edge of a plate to demonstrate how crispy and tender it was.
|a leg of Jamon Iberico Bellota through the window|