I was never a believer, but now walking in the sunset I know there is magic. Feeling like the young Catherine de Aragon protected by the walls of the Alcala palace, the city enchants you with its medieval appearance.
Distant birds whistle, while storks continue their unstoppable chattering. Golden street lights embellish the scenery adding a glowing touch to all things around.
You can almost see the ghosts of great heroes crossing Calle Mayor trapped between the alcalainos who take their Sunday walk.
How can anyone say goodbye to this fairy city that unites medieval shapes with technology and royalty with commoners in the orange shades of sunset?
Darkness arrived and angry clouds anticipated the next element.
Lots of wet mornings followed. I will miss you too…