¡Hola, mis amigos! From the quaint town of Torija, I took a 37.3km journey through the heart of Spain to Trillo. And what a journey it was!

As I’ve always said, “No hay camino, se hace camino al andar” (There is no path, we make the path by walking). This particular path led me through the serene Spanish countryside, awash with the colors of spring and the sweet scent of almond blossoms. But it wasn’t just the beauty of the journey that held my attention. No, it was something far more interesting…the peculiar fascination of the locals with windmills!

It seems Don Quixote’s obsession has lived on in their hearts for these many centuries. Or perhaps it’s just that the windmills, standing tall and proud against the Spanish sky, are a testament to the region’s history and culture. Either way, they were a sight to behold!

The journey added another 37.3km to my overall distance, bringing me to a total of 689.9km in 26 days. From the birthplace of Cervantes in Alcala de Henares, through the bustling city of Guadalajara, and now in the quaint town of Trillo, I’ve found that every stop has its unique charm and surprises.

And as I continue to trot along, I’ve noticed how the language subtly changes as I cross borders. But no matter where I go, the warmth and hospitality of the people remain the same.

To conclude this post, here’s a verse from a local song I heard in Torija, “Viento del este, viento del oeste, viento del sur, viento del norte, cualquier camino es bueno para perderse” (Wind from the east, wind from the west, wind from the south, wind from the north, any road is good to get lost).

As I continue my journey, I can’t help but ponder on this line. After all, isn’t life all about getting lost and finding ourselves over and over again? Until the next post, amigos. ¡Hasta la vista!

Ah, Trillo, a city that’s as rich in culture as a well-aged Rioja. Let me share two things that captured my heart. First, its stunning architecture. You don’t need to be Gaudí to appreciate the beauty of Trillo’s houses, painted in vibrant hues, huddled together like a flamenco gathering.

Second, the city’s ancient hydroelectric power station. It’s not every day you find such a relic still standing, let alone functioning! The locals call it “La Central” (The Central), a testament to its importance. It’s as integral to Trillo as Picasso is to Spanish art.

Speaking of Picasso, I’ve been told that Trillo’s landscapes have inspired many a local artist, and I can see why. As the Spanish poet Federico García Lorca once said, “El paisaje de Trillo es un poema visual” (“Trillo’s landscape is a visual poem”).

So, if you ever find yourself in Spain, don’t just pass by Trillo, “vive la experiencia” (“live the experience”)!