The beginning of our drive to the Oslo Festival was not auspicious. The weather was drizzly and cold. We needed to pass through 3 tunnels, catch a 20 minute ferry ride and drive up a snowy mountain.
This is a big country and that small, yellow building IS the ferry station.
Little did we know that the highway had been closed due to heavy snow. Even if there had been signs, we, couldn’t have read them anyway.
After an hour of driving up through the snow, the sun came out and we realized that there was no one else on the road…The snowy berms reached 7 plus feet…..I know because I trailed my fingers through them. Lovely sunshine right down to Oslo.
Our first stop was at the Viking Museum just outside the city. There were ancient ships from the 9th c. AD entirely excavated from burial sites. These were wealthy or powerful people wanting their ship and contents for the next world. One was so enormous that we had to climb to a balcony to see the inside.
This spectacular craft was 90 feet long and 15 feet wide. Its burial chamber contained the body of a man in his 40’s. Besides the usual accouterments of guilded bronze, kitchen utensils, beds etc. it also had the bones of 12 horses, 6 dogs and a peacock. He was very special!
On into the city busy with preparations for the combined celebration of Constitution Day and the revered 1800th century King Karl Johan Day. We drove to the town center Scandia Hotel but they were fully booked. The gracious Concierge reserved us a room at the portside Scandia KNA Hotel having a lovely view of the Fjord from our balcony.
The mountain beyond was lit up with fairy lights after dark.
Mike had navigated our way through many dead-end streets and the holiday confusion down town with his uncanny sense of direction and 3 maps.
Our hotel was close to the portside and offered many restaurant choices. Some of the older buildings had been modernized with glass overviews taking full advantage of the bay. The area was very pedestrian friendly with cobbled-stone walkways and occasional fountain centered plazas.
Music from the hotel and the surrounding area woke us. Oslo’s biggest holiday of the year was starting early and with great enthusiasm. After breakfast we walked to the park to observe the festivities. Individuals and entire families were wearing their regional costumes, some of which (we found out later) dated from the 1800’s and had not changed in color or style.
Families, youth groups and young adults marched from Johan’s Gate, the main street, passing the Palace with the King and Queen waving. They continued parading and singing through the park and down to the Port. There were many bands, school groups and military units; all singing and cheering with gusto. Many 3 generational families were dressed in regional costumes. The townspeople knew each other by their regional colors.
Most women wore long dresses with fantastic embroidery at the waist and hem. Their families were also color-coordinated, including hats. It was a very social event. Around 5 o’clock we saw groups dispersing to the train station and others evacuating the car parks.
The younger adults stayed on, having gotten into the beer early, and having a wonderful time. We were impressed to see the more sober ones assisting those who became inebriated. Around 7, looking for dinner, we walked toward Karl Johan’s Gate and found it a bit littered with celebratory trash and most of the restaurants had run out of food. We headed back to the wharf area and picked a restaurant over looking the bay. Many milling young people were having a jovial time, and, consequently, so were we.
Oslo, and all of Norway, has much more to offer!
Akershus castle has defended Oslo since 13th century and will do so for a long time to come.
We took the Hovercraft from the Dublin ports to Wales. Boarding was crowded with noisy congeniality. “Learn as you go by observation” and we did. The people in the lead headed for the curved, split staircase, and ran up for the third deck. We were right behind them. The semi-circular tables over lookedthe center of the ship and down to the restaurant area. The booths were backed by broad windows with infinite views.
About two hours later we drove off, looking back at Holyhead Lighthouse.
About an hour’s drive brought us to the extraordinary walled Conwy Castle. The huge 1243 structure overwhelmed both the city and us.
Checking in to a hotel, we hurried off to see this walled city and breath taking Castle Conwy. Even in the fading early September light, we were able to see that one of the abutments used to support the cast iron chains on this suspension bridge, attached to the castle. Extraordinary construction.
The next morning we toured the old, but colorful village. People were buying fruits and vegetables from the open fronted shops and fresh fish from the boats along the quay. Most of the crowd appeared to be local.
That afternoon we drove to Langollen aqueduct and were amazed with what we saw . There was the aqueduct, 180 feet above the river!
There were narrow boats and house barges winding along the surface. The depth of the passage was 5 feet and the width was 7 feet…all one way of course. All of the water craft were built to these specifications. There were off-sets along the way where the barges could be parked. I wanted to climb on one.
After seeing so many beautiful castles, we looked for a different structure with some obvious historical wear. Montgomery Castle, built circa 1071 by Roger de Montgomery, fit this requirement.
During the Civil War it was demolished by order of the Parliament around 1650. We stayed in Montgomery village, and walked through misty rain to see the remaining structure on top of the hill…..marvelous view.
Time was running out and we had to plot our return to Ireland so we headed to Castle Cricieth, not too far from Holyhead and our Hovercraft departure.
This structure was built 1272 by Edward 1st who set about consolidating English rule in Wales. Subsequent conflicts resulted in the castle being sacked. The town expanded in the 19th century with new transportation links. In 1868 It developed as a Victorian seaside resort which is the way we found it. Looking at the picture you can see several houses below on the right….we stayed at the second one….with both a view of the castle and the sea.
The next morning, on our way to Holyhead, we had time to visit the last Castle of this trip and what a sight it was! Castle Caernarfon was built in 1283 also by King Edward 1st.
He wanted it to reflect Constantinople, Rome and the Welsh legend. And I think it does all of that.
Because we would be on the ship shortly, and for several hours, we decided to walk through part of the Castle and did.
Essentially wending our way back to Istanbul, we headed to Assos and
the Caravansy Hotel by the sea. Our concierge graciously booked 2 days
at this wonderful rustic resort that looked over the bay and up a hill
to a castle. We had a good view of the acropolis in Pergamon as we
passed, but we didn’t stop. The ride down the hills to Assos was long
and hazardous but we made it and checked into our third floor
Only eight rooms had a view-with-balcony, which had a heavy overhang to keep out the weather and resembled a small watch-tower.
Walking the waterfront and the tiny village only took 30 minutes. Off
to the. Pool…freezing.. .ha! The 7:30 seating for dinner offered
minimal choices: fish or chicken. The food was good and the service
excellent. Then the rains came down and we got to watch passing ships
from our watch-tower.
Breakfast overlooking the bay, with some clouds and choppy waves. We
tried walking up the hill to the village above but only got as far as
the crumbling but majestic amphitheater when it started to drizzle. The
rain actually enhanced the appearance of this ancient structure but not
the quality of the dirt road returning to the hotel. We had to step off
the road when cars passed. The second time this happened we heard some
noise from a fruit orchard and there was a herd of goats, chewing
quietly, staring at us. I whispered and they cocked their heads, moving
closer, paralleling us along the fence fearlessly. Being unused to goats
on the other side of a shabby fence, we walked quietly until the road
shifted away. Then, bravely, we looked back and missed their curiosity.
Watching them chew made me hungry. Nearing our hotel, we stopped at
Gazleme, a small restaurant with grape vines covering the overhead
lattice work that kept us dry. Lovely lamb stew. Our hotel was filled
with Turks. The only English spoken was by one receptionist. Our Turkish
was meager but people were very hospitable.
Taking a ferry boat to “wine island” today. The approaching pier of
this old fortress, “Bozcaada Castle” loomed over us. The castle was
built originally in the 8th century on Roman ruins and classic Roman
design. It towered over the bay guarding the Dardinelles.
After lunch we found the winery but alas, no tasting, only selling.
Then we ferried back to Asia and drove to Canakkale, got another ferry
to Europe and drove to Gelibolu (The Greek Gallipolis is better
remembered as the site of a major battle in the 1st World War).
While crossing the Dardenelles, I noticed the many crumbling fortresses lining this most strategic body of water. More than 5 countries used the Straits to get to the Mediterranean, a vitally important access to commerce. From the looks of the many fortresses, it was not easy. We found Hotel Owa in the non-tourist town of Gelibolu and got a lovely large room. Our balcony overlooked the downtown and a very busy harbor. Our concierge recommended Ilham Restaurant for fresh seafood. We ate on the outside deck to watch the water action. Their special was grilled sea bass and it was excellent. Everything was lovely. . .except for the three kids screaming and running down the aisle. Their parents totally ignored the disruption of all the other diners while they continued chatting with their guest. There was muted applauses when they got up to leave-they pretended not to hear.
After breakfast served by our friendly, English speaking host, we
left for Istanbul. Stopping first in Sarky for a wine adventure, but
again, no tasting, no tour, wine sales only. Very frustrating to my wine
educated husband whose avocation is teaching wine appreciation.
Since I do most of the driving and Mike navigates, I asked for a
break in a tiny village where we could park in front of the cafe. The
travel books recommended the importance of car and luggage observation.
Mike preferred to review the map route and remain in the car. I climbed
the porch steps and asked for a cup of “chai” (the Turkish
all-day-brewed tea). An older man in a worn sports jacket walked up and
asked if he could practice his English. I smiled and nodded. He said his
home was Istanbul but he Summers in this village. Two more men joined
in and then a fourth. They spoke no English. Getting nervous I called
for Mike to join us and the three additional men immediately left. The
first man continued chatting for a bit. We have found that most Turks
were very friendly but the 3 guide books I read did warn that the men
could be overly “friendly” to fair-haired, light-eyed foreign women. As
we drive off I saw 2 women fully arrayed in black standing at the
kitchen door, glaring at me. One was drying her hands and the other
holding (brandishing?) a frying pan.
remainder of our drive to the airport paralleled the Mamara Sea, and it
was beautiful. The international airport, like all others, was very
confusing but we successfully returned our Sun car and they graciously
drove us to our hotel, describing points of interest. They would pick us
up at 10:00 tomorrow for a tour…no additional charge.
I had reserved The Hotel Acropol months before, and since they were
not crowded, our concierge took me on tour of the available rooms. He
offered a discount for #503 mini-suite; located on the top floor with a
balcony that overlooked the city. It had a clear view of Haya Sofya on
our right and the beautiful Blue Mosque on the left. We looked over the
main street of Old Town. We ate an excellent dinner at the nearby Suites
Hotel on the outdoor patio and had an interesting conversation with a
Swedish couple at the next table. Afterward we enjoyed a glass of wine
in our hotel’s top floor restaurant, watching the container ships
cursing through the Maramara Straits. This had been going on for
centuries. What an amazing vista.
Our tour guide Acif picked us up at 10 and we walked the cobbled
stone streets to Haya Sofya. Mobs of people were waiting in line. Using
his “tour guide pass”, Acif swept us through. Haya Sofa was enormous and
overwhelming. The bright tile work, colors and the height and breathe
of the ceiling vaults were incredible. The building corresponded to, but
predated St. Peter’s in Rome, and was the headquarters for the Greek
Orthodox Church for the Eastern end of the Greek Empire.
we went to the Blue Mosque. The Sultan Ahmet donated this whole area to
the neighborhood community in the 15th century: the Mosque, a school,
the hospital and an alms house. There were masses of people waiting to
enter but our guide flashed his pass and we moved to the head of the
line. We bagged our shoes in plastic, doned slippers to walk into the
carpeted building. Acif led us to a corner and showed us the typical
Muslim prayer: face wipe, ears, hair and chest with prayer to give
“comfort” to the prayers. Then he knelt on the carpet saying
incantations while resting his head and arms on the floor. We were not
the only ones who enjoyed watching him.
Then we Visited the Turkish Museum of Art noted for its extensive
array of carpets. The old prayer rugs were threadbare from the knee
indentations over many years, but had worn beautifully. All women were
required to weave a “marriage” carpet before the wedding which could
take up to five years of work. This was considered a retirement
necessity and when sold 40 to 50 years later could bring a good bit of
money. The ones I saw were priced from 50,000 to 200,000 thousand
dollars… and they were exquisite. Strangely enough none of the museum’s
female manikins had faces. Just skin colored material stretched over the
head…and totally blank. After awhile, I could not look at them.
Then our guide escorted us to a carpet store. They served us Chai and
presented a remarkable history of Turkish carpets. There were sample
rugs that had been laid on sand and trampled by goats, sheep or cows
before they were deemed worthy to sell. They were remarkable. There were
samples of “marriage” carpets that could only be worked on when the
weaver was in a “good” mood (Beats not tonight honey I have headache).
Some of the carpets were woven with silk and were exquisite. I asked for
prices but the salesman said “not yet”. At the end of the presentation
he asked me to pick out a rug I really liked. I did. The price was
$13,000. I said I have a headache.
They were very disappointed. They dropped the price. My husband said
we would have to talk about it and would let them know. Although Acif
was disappointed we did not purchase anything, and I understand why, my
husband gave him a very nice tip for the wonderful and informational
tour. Later we walked to the Grand Bazaar. Old buildings connected by
canopies covering alleyways and went on for miles. Shops, small stores
and many individual stands selling anything and everything to the hordes
of people wandering through.
ate dinner across from our hotel at Albura Kathisma Cafe. Excellent
lamb dish. We took the remaining wine from our room to our hotel’s top
floor restaurant and again sat overlooking the sea of Marmarna. Passing
ships, setting sun burnishing the waves. Magnificent.
After breakfast, on our last day in Istanbul, off to see the Topkapi
Palace. Built next to Haya Sophia in 1560, it is an opulent campus with
four courtyards separating the individual palaces. It seemed like there
were thousands of people. Because of the crowds, we skipped the
palace-museums and walked all -the way to the end.
And it was worth it. A spectacular view of the Golden Horn, the sea
of Marmara and the bridge across to Asia. A small breeze blew and the
ships moved eternally through the straits. (see picture at end)
It was closing time so we walked to a cafe just outside the entrance
for coffee. Watching the hoards rush to the busses, I wondered how many
different nationalities we were seeing.
Time to pack up and get ready for our 3:30 AM airport pickup tomorrow
for the 6 AM departure for Amsterdam and the USA. After organizing our
luggage, we walked down the street to Premier Suites again for dinner on
the outside patio. Back at our hotel in our lovely suite, I stood on
the balcony looking at the night lights on Aya Sophia and the Blue
Mosque. The street noises were soft and the human voices musical.
Good night Istanbul! These two Independent Travelers would only come back in our memories.
This is one of several overviews because the area is so large! The most noticeable sight is the Hanging Houses on the right that lead up to the old town.
Looking at the walk way below, there are a few hardy souls heading for the old town. In the ravine is the river that together with the Hanging Houses, helped keep out the attackers over hundreds of years. You can see a bit of the town in the distance.
This view of our lovely Parador was originally the site of a 16th century convent and retained some original paintings.
This area, Costilla-La Mancha, was immortalized by Cervantes (1547) in “Don Quixote de la Mancha”. The tall, skinny knight riding a sway backed horse and wearing a medal dish as a hat and accompanied by his side-kick, Sancho. Both were out to defend those who needed protection….and did!
This infrequently visited area has great mountain ranges, dramatic gorges and the two cities of Toledo and Cuenca and these were the factures that drew us to Cuenca.
Four of these hallways encircled a beautiful outdoor patio (I could not take a picture because of the bright light). The comfortable furniture, and nearness of the bar made social interaction available ….weather rain (rare) or heat (hot summers)….air conditioning within.
This view of our lovely Parador was originally the site of a 16th century convent and retained some original paintings. This lovely painting above a large doorway was one.
We separated after breakfast: Bert, a photographer, and his wife, Frie, were off to explore. Shortly thereafter Mike and I followed, but a little more slowly. After crossing the track and walking steeply uphill, this was a fantastic close-up of a Hanging House. It was open for tours. But the first room WAS the balcony… and there was no way I was going to look out or down from there!
I took this lop-sided picture of this 12th-18th century Cathedral because of the horde of people surging up the steps trying to enter the church.
Little did we know that it was the beginning of May Day Celebration in the square and the church was locked. There was laughter, music, and finally prayer. This assuages my desire to see the antiquities housed inside.
The younger priest wending their way through the crowd to line up before the stage.
This joyful celebration was worth missing the 12th and 18th century antiquities in the Cathedral.
My opinion is that this row of religious were older, because they got the seats. Because of the crowd (and not understanding much of what they were saying) we moved on to eat lunch and of course have a glass of lovely wine.
These ceramic tiles shown on the back of the dinning room wall were done during the 14th century. Interestingly enough they were made by musicians of the time and they placed their work upon this wall. The parador saved it.
(I dare you to try walking through the above)
—-Many of the pictures are by Burt Haegemans.
(My camera died)
Although I saw no, “Don Quixote” these Spanish people are wonderful!
This 12th century medieval castle was begun in 1133 and built on a Roman settlement. Until this last century it was the enclave of bishops and cardinals who maintained this castle and the Cathedral in the adjacent village.
Although an exceptional entrance portal, there were a few drawbacks. There are 40 wide steps up to the massive doors…and difficult to drag the luggage behind. Happily there are 2 elevators to get to your floor…and ours was on the 4th!
A small altercation when the receptionist said “no balcony” caused me to snag my Reservations out and show her “Superior, with balcony”. Then smiles.
It had a lovely view.
The view from our balcony included part of the castle wall, the mountains and a distant peek at the town. (If you reserve the parador ahead, are over fifty years, you get generous discounts, excellent service and accommodations…. just carry the receipt!)
The timing was good. We were surrounded by greenery and they were just putting up the umbrellas . From what we could see on the location map, there were only two main streets that converged in the Central Plaza. These were commercial, narrow and stoned. With no car…need better shoes.
The downtown Plaza much improved as we approached the Cathedral! The church is just behind the plaza. We went to enter and found the church was locked (probably closed for lunch). We walked around this beautiful 12th century structure that the religious owners of the palace- for almost a thousand years- had also enhanced the cathedral.
After this we limped our way back to the parador and passed this picture in the lobby.
This picture was the only info I could find of the original building after its destruction. During the Spanish Civil war in the 30’s the bombing wrecked havoc on the castled. Looking closely you will see there are a few structures remaining.
This original chapel survived! One of the service people had to lead us to the balcony so we could see. Because of its age they don’t allow tourist to enter the lower levels, nor are there any signs for it.
Lovely original and mostly formal dinning room. Mike ordered a scrumptious bottle of wine to go with his seafood and I had to accept it graciously even though I was having “kid” (baby goat). And that night we slept like babies.
The following was an evening shot from the city below the parador. And what a memory!
Not the biggest parador…but certainly being established in the 11th century makes it one of the oldest. Driving in, left side, bottom, and curving up to the parking lot behind, you walk through an iron portcullis to the inside of the courtyard. The village it still guards is behind the tower. Notice the high ramparts ….you will see us walking around them shortly!
This Medieval Arab Fortress was an exceptional witness to the Reconquest beginning in the 8th century and it perfectly preserves and maintains the aura of Arabic influence.
Our bedroom, high on my priority list. I enjoyed having some of the “original” castle (left wall of rocks) to lull us to sleep.
The window just above the staircase was our room. It looked down On the small but lovely courtyard with tables, umbrellas, greenery….and a couple drinking wine! They were very friendly and asked us to join them. We did.
I told them what I had over heard from the concierge earlier talking to a customer: “Yes, you can go up to the battlements, walk carefully around the perimeter and please return the key.” And while we were there with Bert and Frie the couple with the key returned. Naturally, we ran and got the key for ourselves.
This is what we saw when we got to the top of the turrets. Leaning down we saw the River Jucar below circling the ramparts.
I could see Mike puzzling over what lie beneath us- or whether or not he was going to jump- but he looked puzzled by what he saw.
We found out later that it was set up for paddle boats, canoes, etc for taking short trips around the river.
Mike pondering jumping???
Bert and Frie added that we hand’t finished the wine yet and it was getting warm. Whoops, we were going down the stairs very quickly!
——The previous 4 photos were courtesy of Bert Haegemans.
Before meeting our friends for dinner Mike and I wanted to see the very old village the castle had guarded, and a very special church.
Walking through the village on the rough heuwn steps, you can see the church (dark brown at the very top) but it was locked. A native offered that it was rarely opened except for special events because of its antiquity.
The dinning room that evening was beautiful with excellent roast lamb! A bit crowded but this Parador can only accommodate 28 people.
We found out that our new friends were also moving on to the next Parador that we had reserved for 2 days- how wonderful!
We’re on our
way down from New Helvetia Hotel and the marvelous hills and mountains
surrounding. Rough and stoney but drivable roads, with no traffic. The
Zambartas winery was both beautiful and their “tasting room” delicious.
notice the background of the enormous vineyards rolling off down the hills but
not- climbing the mountains behind them.
His wife is the administrator of the tasting room and helps run the business while he is the vineyard and wine crafting master. (And the kids just do their thing of squashing grapes on each other.)
vineyard owner, “The region is home to centuries old terraced vineyards (you
can see them stretching and climbing up the hills) with unique indigenous grape
varieties. There is nothing more exciting for a winemaker than to continue this
heritage in a contemporary way and we are excited to make wine out of our local
grape varieties such as Xynisteri, Maratheftiko & Yiannoundi. The Zambartas
family sets their bar very high in terms of quality and style.”
This rough country is protected by the gifts of nature; rocks for everything: houses, roads, walls, and most importantly things drinkable.
background of Cyprus in necessary. In 1119 Richard the Lionheart conquered
Cyprus. The reason for this (and other bloody battles) is apparent.
at the crossroad of the Eastern Mediterranean and its rich copper deposits were
the cause for the first steps out the Stone Age. (And the reason for its name:
Kyprus = Copper).
mountains (which we had just left) contained large deposits of copper and
Cyprus became the largest producer and exporter of copper in the Mediterranean
This is an
expert from my husband’s recent article for the American Wine Society Journal
that will be published this Summer:
“Cyprus is a small island–roughly 3500 sq. miles, making it
larger than Delaware but smaller than Connecticut,–in the eastern
Mediterranean Sea. It lies 60 miles west of the Syrian coast and miles
south of Turkey’s southern shores. Athens is over 500 miles to
With its strategic position in the Mediterranean, the island has
over the centuries seen many players and occupiers: the Phoenicians, the Hellenistic
dynasty of Alexander the Great and the Romans. The Byzantines had
their short stay in the 10th century. And, of course, there were the
Crusaders (11th century). Richard the Lionheart captured the
island then turned it over to the Knights Templar who in turn sold it to the
French noble family of the Lusignans (a 300 year reign). Then came the
Genovese and Venetians. The Ottomans had a 300 year hold
before Britain took administrative rights to Cyprus in 1878. This
hold lasted until 1960 when Cyprus established independence. However,
animosity between the Greek Cypriots and the Turkish Cypriots soon
surfaced and in 1974 the Turkish government sent troops to Cyprus to put down a
coup d’état–a coup that was encouraged by Athens. Since that time
the island has been partitioned into the ethnically Greek south Republic of
Cyprus and the northern Turkish Republic of North Cyprus
(recognized only by Turkey). A “Green Zone” buffer border
separates the two–a 112 mile border with only 5 vehicular crossing
points plus two more pedestrian crossings in the walled city of Nicosia,
the capital of both “counties”. One island, two cultures, two
languages, two currencies (Euros, south/ Turkish Lira, north). After over
40 years the island is still resolutely divided!”
Our last stop was this Castle Kolossi.
13th century, the castle served as the Grand Commander of the Knights
Templar and after the fall of Acre in 1291 the castle served as the
headquarters of the knights of the Order of St. John of Jerusalem. It was
built with military architecture offering security within the area and
resisting any attacks. At a height of 21 meters and a length of 15 meters on
the outside and 14 meters on the inside.
education, back to the Zambarta’s winery for some drinks— and it was good!
Sweetness of your love is like Cyprus wine.” Mark Antony said to Cleopatra as a
When we arrived in Lisbon, Portugal, we had to walk the airport to unkink our legs. We have now accumulated enough Delta Miles to fly first–class, half money and half earned miles (But not in time for this trip). Reason: for 11 hours of flying, the couple ahead of us put their seats ALL the way back! (Except when the trays were put down for meals.) I didn’t want to do the bathroom shuffle so I said I wasn’t feeling well and if they moved their seats a bit forward, we wouldn’t disturb them. And they did.
Unkinked and rental ready, we drove the hour to Tomar just as the sun came out.
You can just see the top of the Knights Templar Castle over the bridge, above the buildings and guarding the village.
This ancient structure was a combination of Gothic, Manueline and Renaissance architecture integral to Portuguese history. “Convento de Cristo” was founded In 1160 by Gualdim Pais, Grand Master of the Templars. They defended Portugal from invaders. In the 14th century the order was banned in Europe…but they were supported by the Portuguese Royals and re-established as the new “Order of Christ” and continued as such.
One of those rare but wonderful accidents….the hotel was hosting a conference and only a suite was left…which we got at the double rate. Unbelievable. Upstairs and down stairs, one bed room, bath and patio on each…and complimentary bottle of Port. Life is good!
After bathing and checking out the Port wine, we headed downtown for dinner.
A well kept pedestrian street with the Castle hovering above. We found a restaurant with a riverside patio where we enjoyed watching the pedestrians crossing the bridge. The next morning we were switched to an even better room on an upper floor, with our patio facing the Castle…. lit up at night!
The next morning off to see Portugal-Castle-de-Almoural.
You had to take a ferry to visit the ruins on a tiny island in the Tagus River. The Grand Master Gualdim Pais also built this Templar Castle in 1171…over a Roman fortress…and it was never taken by invading forces. 45 minutes climbing to see the fantastic view (and catching your breath) but only 15 back to the ferry.
Returning to town, we wanted to checkout some of the 15th century additions to the 1160 Castle.
Wonderful entrance through the old Castle walls.
Inside we visited one of the Cloisters. This is the area where the monks, and in this case, the Templars would come for prayer and worship.
Begun in the 15th century, this “Cloister” reflects the Italian art of the time. There were concealed spiral stairways in the corners leading to the, “Terrace of Wax”. But- they were sealed off.
We were tempted to climb up the outside walls and find out what the “Terrace of Wax” was.
This synogue was built in 1430 and is one of the oldest synagogues in Portugal. It was last used as a place of worship in 1497, after Emanuel I closed it to all Jews who didn’t convert to Christianity, and consequently it was used as a prison, a hayloft and a warehouse. Today it holds a small Jewish museum. You can see the original columns and a vaulted ceiling in the back of the picture.
As we left Tomar we stopped just over the bridge to view the top of the Templar castle as we saw it in the beginning.
There have been a number of people who have requested more information about the Paradors in Spain. And, which was my favorite. (This one, the history is fascinating.)
It was difficult to find pictures of the Hanging Houses in Cuenca, Spain. I had to use Bing for the excellent pictures because we had not been there and wanted information.
The 1992 book, “Discovering, Spain, an uncommon guide” by Penelope Casas gave us vital history of the area.
Cuenca hangs at the edge of a rocky spur, ringed by gently rounded cliffs and flanked by surrounding rivers the, Jucar and the Hucar.
Cuenca is an impenetrable fortress, approachable only by way of a narrow bridge crossing a shallow moat. That strip of land was the only point that the city needed man-made protection.
Lower left is the Parador while the Hanging Houses are across the river and around the cliffs. Notice that the bridge crossing the river runs up to the highway and up and through the houses. This was the only place where Cuenca needed man made protection and was defended by thick fortified walls.
This was a 6th C. convent abandoned and later converted to a parador. It is directly opposite of the hanging houses and has a wonderful view.
This is a grand place to go for an afternoon break and a drink after walking miles and miles of the town.
With energy left one could avail themselves of the swimming pool.
The Hanging Houses of Cuenca, backed by the cliffs, rise more than a dozen stories over the rivers, but from the medieval streets that wind and twist up and down from the central Plaza Mayor, the houses are just three and four floors high. The best way to see them is from a distance.
We haven’t been here yet, but from all this information and the pictures, there is no way we’re going to miss this site and the Hanging Houses, and maybe over imbibing after entering one of the structures!
A fantastic location over looking the Atlantic, with rolling Pine Hills off to the left! On the right and straight ahead, the small orange roofed building is the Bar and Grill with an outside patio right on the water. In the evening it is lit with fairy lights that extend over the white path that outlines the Atlantic. Notice the circular front entrance on the road to the left.
And this Regal Entrance leads us to the Parador…guarded by ancient walls on one side and the Atlantic Ocean on the other….also well protected by the animals within, and currents.
Having the opportunity to walk, we took the path on the right and headed uphill into town. Small city (at that time) but packed with fetching shops and a beautiful Church.
Coming back from the upper town, we were amazed with this wonderful distant view of “our” island! Limping down to the Bar and Grill, we chilled out with a local wine.
Still tired from the long walk, we naturally headed for the heated swimming pool with the soft Atlantic breeze as a bonus. We decided to eat in one of Baiona’s restaurants that eve.
Not our bedroom…although ours was lovely…and less expense. I figured in another 5 years, and with the Senior Savings, the 40% reduction would certainly be a benefit.
We could see why Christopher Columbus wanted to retire here.
That evening we walked over to the Bar & Grill, sat under the fairy-lights and toasted the fantastic view. And this was a “keeper”!