Sightseeing in Valderrobes and Morella
Our first stop of the day was Valderrobes, and it's castle overlooking the old town and village
Dinner was pretty grim. It was a new pizza place, and they started by serving us the most lamentable plonk you can imagine. For a wine producing region, I don't understand how they could possibly think that wine was even drinkable! I took about one sip and gave up, not wanting to wake up in the middle of a the night with a headache. The pizza was square, and mostly salt. It made up for the over-saltedness by having a limp and soggy crust. I've had better pizza out of a bag.
The wind continued to howl through Horta all night, slamming things around and whistling through the shutters.
But not before driving our car through some more tiny streets!
After visiting the castle, we headed into town for lunch, in the small main square just past the gate. I was amazed to see car after car negotiate a 90 degree bend in a tiny road to exit the village. I think I would have removed the side of our car if I had tried.
Next, a short drive to Morella, a somewhat more touristy town with a hilltop fortification. The kids, and Alex in particular impressed me by walking all the way up without any grumbling or carrying! Okay, there was a small bribe involved, but still.
Along the way, there was a very extensive and dismaying array of medieval torture devices
The depth of savagery that humans are capable never ceases to surprise me.
After our adventure to the citadel, it was snack time. We had passed a place from which delicious grilling smells had been emanating on the way up, and decided that would be a good place to stop. The guy was ridiculously nice and it was a pleasant respite from the heat and mounting child unrest
After a little window shopping where chloe sampled many honeys and Alex had a full meltdown, we headed back. I stopped in valderrobes because I had somehow not brought *any* jackets or hats. I bought a ridiculous hat and sweater.
And then ... back to Horta!
Dinner was pretty grim. It was a new pizza place, and they started by serving us the most lamentable plonk you can imagine. For a wine producing region, I don't understand how they could possibly think that wine was even drinkable! I took about one sip and gave up, not wanting to wake up in the middle of a the night with a headache. The pizza was square, and mostly salt. It made up for the over-saltedness by having a limp and soggy crust. I've had better pizza out of a bag.
The wind continued to howl through Horta all night, slamming things around and whistling through the shutters.
