We took a little trip to Oviedo where I got to see my lovely friend Julia, and my Spanish family. My picture is still in the hallway at my old house, so I think that means I'm doing okay. I do regret not visiting enough this year, but I'll be back. I know I can't stay away. And here: taking a stroll with Woody Allen, who might be a little crazy, but knows what he's talking about when it comes to Oviedo.
"Oviedo is a delicious, exotic, beautiful, clean, pleasant, tranquil, pedestrianied city. It's as if it didn't belong to this world, as if it didn't exist. Oviedo is like a fairy tale." I couldn't agree more. It's the place that singlehandedly made me fall in love with Spain.
We made it back to Leon after a long day to get to the Cathedral at night. The lights are only on from sunset til midnight, but I'll never get tired of walking up Calle Ancha and suddenly seeing it all lit up. Never.
With all my lovely friends, I climbed one of the towers to see the stained glass up high and at night. It looked awesome with the lighting from the outside streaming in and the inside of the building completely dark. I could have stood there for an hour just enjoying it. But then the tour guide started rambling, and I could only pay attention to so much of it. After Italy, I've had enough of tours.
At midnight, the lights outside went off and it was completely pitch black for a minute before the inner lights started to flicker on. It gave the inside a dramatic look and suddenly the stained glass looked grey, like it was metal and not beautiful and colored. It was so strange to see how fast it changed just based on the perspective. That was worth climbing the tower for, but then I was ready to leave. However, the tour guide had other plans for us. I'm pretty sure he started talking about history and architecture and that's when a few of us tuned out...
This is how much of the tour Ryan understood, and how completely thrilled by it he was.
This is Julie playing poker on her cell phone, trying not to be totally obvious about it. The three of us sat in the corner flipping through all the ridiculous pictures I have and so we at least kept ourselves entertained for a while. But truly, the 9 year olds behaved better than we did. But also- they speak better Spanish than we do. However, I saw the tour guide on the street this week and he did give me an " 'sta luego" and a head nod. Maybe it's not a good thing that he remembers me out of a group of 30...We'll never know.
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