Today was definitely hard leaving Santander. After hitting snooze way too many times and crawling back under the covers, Mikey put it best by likening getting up with skydiving. I mean, why would you jump out of a perfectly good plane?!
Well, the first step is the hardest.
Early on, we crossed a bridge that carried cars and pedestrians over a river. If you can’t make out what’s in the water, just look at the next image;
There were literally hundreds of fish swimming upstream! Mikey couldn’t figure out why no one was fishing off the bank below until he noticed the chemical factory on the far bank. Oh, well. Swim far, two headed fish!
The countryside was just really beautiful. Well, really beautiful and really hot. By noon it had reached over 95*F and the path ran along the shoulder of an asphalt highway.
What can we say? Only in Spain.
Oh, and this bit was really creepy. That’s a Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs birdbath. Again, only in Spain!
Well, at long last we arrived in Santillana del Mar – a medieval village that seems somehow locked in time.
So what’s the first thing our pilgrim protagonist does when rolling into a medieval village? He “Marty McFly’s” it and orders a glass of milk! Well, almost – let’s explain. Santillana is a huge tourist destination. Ergo, it’s like a one-stop shop for all things Cantabrian. From jams to sardines and venison chorizo to queso its an all hands effort to separate the vacationers from their euros.
There was a farm that Mikey had passed a few miles back that also has a direct sales location in town. The “happy hour” special today was a glass of milk and a quesada for 2€.
The milk was straight out of the cow! Like, it still had that stick to the roof of the mouth creaminess. The milkmaid told Mikey that it was fresh from this morning (and he’s pretty trusting of milkmaids in general.)
So what is a quesada? Well, apart from being utterly delicious, according to Wikipedia:
“Quesada Pasiega is a dessert typical of the region of Cantabria, Spain. It has the consistency of a dense pudding and is made from milk, sugar, butter, wheat flour, and egg, and flavored with lemon zest and cinnamon.” Yum.
Everything in Santillana is picturesque. They don’t allow cars (for the most part) so it’s really tourist friendly insofar as everyone mills about on cobblestone streets.
They even do laundry with class!
This was just a small section of the Silver Room (actually a vault) where they keep the expensive stuff. It was really interesting seeing the boom in ornateness during the height of Spanish colonial rule.
As the church was scheduled to open following siesta, Mikey headed over only to find that it was closed for a funeral. Well, if you can’t go to church, why not visit the Church’s “Inquisition: The Museum of Torture?!?”
OK, so it was an extra euro and Mikey had been there before many years ago when he was a student in Spain. Actually, the funny thing was that the last time he visited both this village and museum, it was with a Southern Baptist missionary from Tennessee.
(Awkward segue from skull crusher to…)
I guess that’s about all for Santillana del Mar. Tomorrow is a pretty chill day so let’s chat then from the town of Comillas. Ciao.