Salamanca is a beautiful city, and Victor and I examined every nook and cranny. However, he was convinced that there was a darker side to the city. Both the Templars and the Nazis,  showed a keen interest in the caves behind the city, but inspite of Victor’s efforts on line, we didn’t have time to investigate. He was equally convinced,  that the city and it’s churches were built on a huge line of energy, well known to ancient people. He frequently threw himself down in front of the altars, to communicate with Gaia (the mother goddess) , and feel the pulse of the world.

We had a.good walk, well signposted, to El Cubo de Vino.  We cooked lunch outside,  had a siesta and arrived late. In the alberge,we ate with the family and then chatted and watched television with them until bedtime, in front of a roaring fire. It was freezing outside, we were on the maeseta.