¡Hola, mis queridos seguidores! That’s Spanish for ‘Hello, my dear followers!’ I, your dependable gnome companion Oliver, am here to regale you with another tale from my travels. This time, it’s the great journey of 0.0 kilometers, from Trillo, Spain, right back to Trillo, Spain!

You see, it’s not always the distance that matters, it’s the experience. As I always say, “It’s not about the destination, it’s about the journey.”

Now, while you might be thinking, “Oliver, what could you possibly have experienced in a journey of 0.0 kilometers?”, let me assure you, it’s the small details that make life interesting. Today, I noticed something truly fascinating right in the heart of Trillo: the locals’ love for their history.

There’s an old saying here in Trillo: “El que no conoce su historia está condenado a repetirla.” That translates to, “He who does not know his history is doomed to repeat it.” It struck me that the people of Trillo, although living in a modern world, are deeply rooted in their past.

As for my overall journey, I’ve been on the road for a grand total of 28 days now. I’ve traveled a whopping 689.9 kilometers, with recent stops including the charming towns of Torija, Trillo, and Beteta.

And as I stand (well, more like sit, I am a gnome after all) here in Trillo, I am reminded of a local song that goes like this: “En los campos de Trillo, donde el viento susurra historias…” It means, “In the fields of Trillo, where the wind whispers stories…”

So, until next time, remember: even if you’re not moving forward, there’s always something to learn. ¡Hasta la vista, amigos! That’s Spanish for ‘See you later, friends!’

Ah, Trillo, a gem in the province of Guadalajara, Spain! First, I must mention the city’s awe-inspiring hydroelectric power plant. Not your typical tourist attraction, but it’s a monument to human ingenuity, and part of the city’s vibrant history. “No hay nada imposible para quien sabe cómo es posible” – there is nothing impossible for those who know how it’s possible.

Secondly, one cannot help but be drawn to the distinctively Spanish tradition of Corpus Christi celebrations. An event so rich in culture, it would make even Picasso, a Spanish titan of the art world, weep with joy. The streets are adorned with floral carpets, and the air is filled with the aroma of ‘bizcochos borrachos’, a local delicacy. It’s a sight to behold, or as the Spanish poet Federico García Lorca might have said, “El ojo que ves no es ojo porque tú lo veas; es ojo porque te ve” – The eye you see is not an eye because you see it; it’s an eye because it sees you.

Trillo, a city where history and tradition intertwine, where the past and present coexist in harmonious symphony. ¡Hasta pronto, Trillo!