After departing Toledo, we returned to madrid and ate dinner. Very exciting, I know, but that is because madrid was still closed for business. The next day, I took the family on a little detour to the town of Consuegra, in the heart of La Mancha spain.

For all you illiterate heathens out there, La Mancha is the region Cervantes made famous with his tales of a demented old man by the name of Don Quixote. And Consuegra is the real town that one of my favorite Don Quixote Adventures is based on-tilting with the giants. So lets open a door into our imaginations...

The town square of another thriving metropolis in spain...

Ah yes, the famous windmills of consuegra, often confused for giants by demented elderly people. Quite a host was arrayed against me that day

Yes, but I was determined to succeed where Don Quixote had failed

This is a random castle that has nothing to do with this post, but i forgot to put it in the toledo pictures

This is the inside of a windmill

And this is the inside of a windmill that I have conquered. Take THAT great literature.
Oh yeah and did i mention that there was an actual castle near the windmills?

With real authentic construction equipment from the medievalteenth century!

The plains of spain were not getting any rain

The castle chapel

Dark Priest brian hidden in a back room

What to do with a dark priest in my castle?

I wont stand for it, even if he IS my brother...throw him in the dungeon!
 
better luck next time, villain.
 
And thus we returned from consuegra and storybook land to continue onto the south of spain

-J

P.S. a pirate comic

Back from spain...posts to follow

NOW WITH PICTURES!

Also, officially a 3rd year. i believe the term is...w00tsauce.

-J

So. So. Me.

Spain is pretty good. Pictures upon my return. eventually

-J

SAY NOT THE STRUGGLE NAUGHT AVAILETH

SAY not the struggle not availeth,
 The labor and the wounds are vain,
 The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
 And as things have been, they remain

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
 It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd,
 Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
 And, but for you, posses the field

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
 Seem here no painful inch to gain,
 Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
 Comes silent, flooding in, the main

And not by eastern windows only,
 When daylight comes, comes in the light;
 In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly!
 But westward, look, the land is bright!

-Arthur Hughes Clough

T-3 days. Last post until I get this monkey off my back. Wish me luck. And for those of you joining me in the struggle

-J

-J

damn skippy

-J