A Hike in Spain

     Most of my entries regarding Peru involved hiking in some way or another, and although I am a terribly slow hiker I really do enjoy it. Someone suggested a hike around Escorial, a tomb/basilica/seminary/school/ summer home for the king, considered one of the best manifestations of architectural prowess in Spain. However, I did not know that at the time that we passed it, and failed to give it the proper attention that it deserved. (I don't think that I will ever be cultured enough to recognize a masterpiece if I'm not directly notified of it) 
     After passing Escorial we wended our way through a forest that was beginning to hint at fall, and slowly worked our way upwards. Although Madrid is situated in a desert-like area, you couldn't tell that there was a lack of water in this area. 

     We reached the top, and although the view wasn't as spectacular as any hike we did in Peru it was still nice to be up so high, and to be so far outside of the city. While writing this entry I feel a surprising twinge of longing for Peru. (the only time I have really missed it other than now is when thinking about my host family) I had started to take for granted its breathtaking vistas that are visible and astonishing whether you climb for 45 minutes or for two days. I began to think that any climb in any part of the world would result in the same beautiful view, but I find now that I am wrong, and this makes me appreciate my summer experience even more. However I feel very lucky any time that I am able to see a landscape from above, and this one was quite nice.