A Day in Segovia

After a short (by American standards) night of clubbing, I dragged myself onto a bus to Segovia, Spain. Waking up wasn’t easy, but Segovia itself was definitely worth a couple hours’ visit. The program through which I was studying organized a bus ride from Madrid to Segovia as well as tours of the Iglesia de la Vera Cruz, the Alcázar de Segovia, the historical section of the city, and the famous Roman aqueduct.

The coolest part of this church is definitely that it was built in 1208. This was definitely one of the oldest buildings I’ve ever been inside! The architecture is also really interesting; it’s hard to tell from the photo above, but the church is dodecagonal, giving the interior a circular appearance.

The Alcázar de Segovia is any amazing sight to behold from the outside. Inside, it’s even prettier, with gorgeous tiles like those pictured above and fascinating sights like Queen Isabel I’s bed. It didn’t look very comfortable, but who I am to judge? I especially loved the chance to look down onto the intricate garden on one of the Alcázar’s rooftops.

The aqueducts and old-fashioned carousel (pictured above) were probably the highlights of the city. I’d never before seen an aqueduct, let alone been so close to anything built by the Romans. If you need a good day-trip from Madrid, Segovia is worth exploring, although I personally found it to have fewer activities than cities like Salamanca or Toledo.

Los Gatos Internacionales

I need to preface this by saying I don’t like cats (at all!), but there’s something magical about their constant presence in almost all non-American cities and provincial towns. One of the first things I heard about Israel after landing in Tel Aviv was “prepare yourself for the stray cats.” Sure enough, as soon as we set foot in the Degania Bet Kibbutz, two or three cats could be seen roaming the kibbutz’s patio at any given time.

Three Cats from Israel’s Kinneret region

Jewish Quarter, Jerusalem’s Old City: This cat made out with a very holy stone wall as our guide told us about the significance of the Dome of the Rock and explained the Armenian quarter of Jerusalem.

Given the cats are strays, we weren’t really supposed to touch them…

In France, I traveled with my mom, who really hates cats in addition to being very, very allergic to them. The French cats were much bolder than the Israeli cats as they crept above us on medieval stone walls in vaguely threatening ways.

I’m still searching for Spanish cats during my time in Madrid. So far, no cats, although so many Madrileños have incredibly well-behaved dogs. I will keep looking and update all.