lagunas de ruidera

lagunas de ruidera For the last couple of kilometers of bolt straight street from Toledo to Seguera that cuts like a straight dark cut through the level fields of Spain's La Mancha, you become mindful of a little square on an inaccessible slope, gleaming through the residue mists raised by the hooves of the incredible crowds of goats that meander these fields, wellspring of the milk that makes the queso de cabra, the solid Manchegan cheddar, and the legs that become paletillas, broil child's leg. Climbing the slope to the square is a progression of stumps, resembling a line of decaying teeth. As you draw nearer you start to see the outstretched sails that the loco hidalgo, Don Quijote, Cervantes' distraught knight with his colander cap, confused with the whirling arms of fearsome goliaths. This is Quijote nation, or so the vacationer specialists would have us accept. In all actuality separated from several dark references, one being for the Lagunas de Ruidera , presently ...