Cervera

Eleven O’Clock Road Trip: Cervera

by Becky on January 7, 2013 · 4 comments

in Travel

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Disneyland has nothing on Cervera.  (Well, maybe really good popcorn.)  Yet another medieval town, Cervera boasts an almost totally intact fortress wall.  In fact, the place feels like a time warp portal, like if you stood in just the right spot during a solstice, let’s say, when the moon lines up with Venus (is that possible?), you’d end up in the Cervera of the 1300’s.  Now, whether a woman would want to undertake such a thing given the fact that there were no epidurals, decent pedicurists, or fish tacos done Baja style remains to be seen.  Me, I’ll settle for pretending:  it lets me do some fine imagining while at the same time counting on the fact that when I get back to Barcelona, I’ll have running water, Spotify, and linens with a decent thread count.  I sound like a snob; I’m not, I promise.  I just don’t want to haul my own water, be without Bill Evans, or sleep on/in something scratchy.  And I’ll take on any man who tries to convince me that a preference for creature comforts is a sign of moral weakness.

Any guesses about who loved this place best?

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Or why he might have?

Side note. That very day, inspired by the possibility that insane battles had been fought in this very part of the world by Tolkien-like heros against Tolkien-like bad guys, Goose found a fabulous stick, one meant to be a dagger. He has been whittling away at it steadily now with a pocket knife for a good few days. There’s a splendid weapon inside that stick; he just needs to liberate it.

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Me, I liked it all: stone streets, a church at least eight hundred years old, views that make you wonder whether you couldn’t just sit for a year or two and gaze until you’d had your fill.

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Daughters, too, are nice to gaze at, and as lovely as the Catalunyan countryside. (Maybe more.)

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