These four churches (one is up in the mountains by itself) are lit up in a nearly black scene in front of the Castillo de la Yerda.
View from our room. This is a market on Saturdays and Tuesdays.
Where we ate dinner in the hotel.
El pueblo de Cazorla at sunrise.
Christina and Dahlia admiring the gorgeous view.
View from the top of the highest mountain where we stopped to eat lunch. We are up about 1800m, definitely above the clouds.
As we descend into the clouds through rocky terrain.
STUPID LENS FLARE!!
Some sort of fortress. The top of the crazy hill we barely survived.
The only shot I risked taking during the steep, loose rubble ladden descent. It was steep, trust me.
Breaking in the middle of the hill...there's still more to go!
Pedro, the infamous sheppard of Cazorla who insists on taking his goats to the historic fortress every morning where they poop quite a lot.
Pedro's flock.
Laura (our trip coordinator from SLU) and Pedro. Note the rocks.
That's our hotel on the bottom in the middle and a stadium, which even the smallest pueblos of Spain have and maintain beautifully year round.
Christina and Danny inside the Castle of Yerda courtyard.
It was kind of cool watching the shadows rise and descend over the town like a creeping blanket.
A jet.
Amy (permanent SLU-Madrid student and orientation ambassador) admiring the terrain. The houses in the background belong to Dutch and English people, who use them as retirement homes or vacation lodges.
Our fearless guide, Alberto.
Real rock climbing.
Another view of the hill we came down. It keeps going outside the frame. The whole town must have been laughing at how ridiculous we looked flailing down this hill.
View of Cazorla and the sprawling olive trees from where we were rapelling. We're behind the castle now.
Aerial view of a part of Cazorla. The hotel is on that little hill in the upper left.
Another angle of the hill we descended. We started at that fortress sticking out on the top and went all the way down to the castle for a tour.
Touring Baeza, another pueblo nearby.
A wandering dog in front of what is now a University building in Baeza.
School girls waving and yelling at the Americans marching down the street. They were sooo excited. I wish we could've talked to them.
Inside the Cathedral of Baeza, which was originally built as a mosque in the 8th century, but was converted to a Cathedral in 15th century when the Christians took over.
The last town we stopped in. This Arabic castle was closed for renovations, so we only got to walk around the outside of it.
View of the castle from the perch we ate our feast at. Wild boar is actually yummy.
Pretty clouds after a drizzly morning on the bus.
