On our second day with Dan and Mikaela we traveled to one of the white hill towns, Zahara. Isn't Zahara a great name? It sounds like it's straight out of a book of fiction. It's a quaint little Spanish town, beautiful to see at a distance. It surrounds an abandoned Moorish castle used to protect the gateway to Granada. The castle fell to the Spanish during the reconquista w
hen a guard came up with a plan to conquer the impenetrable fortress. Every night the Moors would throw a rock over the castle wall to find out if anyone was hiding behind it. If the pigeons that usually nested there flew up, they knew there was no one there (the pigeons would not have stayed if soldiers were lurking nearby). After seein
g this happen several times the Spanish soldier decided he could fool the Moors by letting go a bag of pigeons after the rock flew over, thereby placating the guard. The soldier put his plan into action and when the pigeons flew up the guard, thinking no one was behind the wall, settled down for a nap. When he did the Spanish soldier climbed the wall and let his fellow troops in. T
he castle was taken, which helped complete the reconquista a few years later. Today it's inhabited by the pigeons that used to sleep on the outer wall. They're pretty scary too when you first walk into the unilluminated castle! We had a good time exploring once we got past the first dark roo
m. The view from the top is quite impressive. The day we were there a car race was being held and from the up where we were we could see spectators lining the road, which had been closed for the race. We were able to see the cars zip around the corner and speed noisily off. It sounded almost as loud as airplanes flying by. When we were at the top of the castle the the boys decided to stand along the edge t
o get a better view of the race. Since there was no railing we were a little nervous. As they watched Mikaela and I suddenly heard the croud yell out. Mike and Dan had seen a car almost spin out, sliding inches from the people lined up along the side of the road. It wasn't the safest event. On our way back d
own from the castle Dan decided to pick one of the prickily pears on cactus. Ouch! He was picking tiny spikes out of his hand the rest of the day. He thought they only had the big, visible spikes on them. You live, you learn. The only downside to the day was the 60 euros we spent on a bland lunch. We were not too happy when we got the bill. Oh well, what can you do?
On our second day with Dan and Mikaela we traveled to one of the white hill towns, Zahara. Isn't Zahara a great name? It sounds like it's straight out of a book of fiction. It's a quaint little Spanish town, beautiful to see at a distance. It surrounds an abandoned Moorish castle used to protect the gateway to Granada. The castle fell to the Spanish during the reconquista w
hen a guard came up with a plan to conquer the impenetrable fortress. Every night the Moors would throw a rock over the castle wall to find out if anyone was hiding behind it. If the pigeons that usually nested there flew up, they knew there was no one there (the pigeons would not have stayed if soldiers were lurking nearby). After seein
g this happen several times the Spanish soldier decided he could fool the Moors by letting go a bag of pigeons after the rock flew over, thereby placating the guard. The soldier put his plan into action and when the pigeons flew up the guard, thinking no one was behind the wall, settled down for a nap. When he did the Spanish soldier climbed the wall and let his fellow troops in. T
he castle was taken, which helped complete the reconquista a few years later. Today it's inhabited by the pigeons that used to sleep on the outer wall. They're pretty scary too when you first walk into the unilluminated castle! We had a good time exploring once we got past the first dark roo
m. The view from the top is quite impressive. The day we were there a car race was being held and from the up where we were we could see spectators lining the road, which had been closed for the race. We were able to see the cars zip around the corner and speed noisily off. It sounded almost as loud as airplanes flying by. When we were at the top of the castle the the boys decided to stand along the edge t
o get a better view of the race. Since there was no railing we were a little nervous. As they watched Mikaela and I suddenly heard the croud yell out. Mike and Dan had seen a car almost spin out, sliding inches from the people lined up along the side of the road. It wasn't the safest event. On our way back d
own from the castle Dan decided to pick one of the prickily pears on cactus. Ouch! He was picking tiny spikes out of his hand the rest of the day. He thought they only had the big, visible spikes on them. You live, you learn. The only downside to the day was the 60 euros we spent on a bland lunch. We were not too happy when we got the bill. Oh well, what can you do?
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I can't read these anymore! i'm so jealous! I wish we could have been there too. Next summer? I'm glad you guys had fun.
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