Church chat

Some days it’s hard to choose a photo for a blip. A lot of things happen in a day, and / or you take a lot of pictures. This was such a day.
We left Piedrahita and drove to beautiful Ávila, a walled city looking like a place out of a storybook. Lots of pictures from inside the walls and out.
Jan blipped the outside view of the city so I needed a different picture. In the end I chose this somewhat intimate picture of two locals animatedly discussing something on a bench outside one of the many churches in Ávila.
From there we continued our journey westwards, past Madrid, and then NW, towards Zaragoza. Tiredness began to set in and the sun was going down so Jan found a place to sleep in Ateca, a small town on the way to Calatayud, on the A2 / E90.
Like many places in Spain it seemed ancient, houses built leaning against older houses, dwellings creeping up the hill to the inevitable church highest up. We took a walk to the summit church, feeling our through the narrow alleyways to the top. Descending through other alleyways to the shop by the river.
Later we sat outside the camper on a bench and “talked” to women wandering by. We speak no Spanish and they spoke no English but we communicated with smiles and gestures and a few words we were from Sweden, and they were from Morocco and Algeria.
As we fell asleep the town was silent and peaceful.