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After a beautiful drive, I arrived in Rocamadour.
This is a landscape where people have lived for a very long time.
Tomorrow I will step into a shelter used by our ancestors 30,000 years ago.
But first, the timeless beauty of Rocamadour, clinging to the rock like a place suspended between earth and sky.
At the Rivière Souterraine de Labouiche, discovered in 1908 yet known to prehistoric humans long before, I drift along part of Europe’s longest underground river. A quiet journey through darkness, between water and stone, far beneath the world of today.
Loarre Castle rises from the rock like a vision from another age. High above the plains of Aragón, its towers, walls and silent courtyards still carry the weight of a distant frontier. Built in the 11th century, some parts have remained remarkably well preserved, giving the castle an unusual sense of presence and continuity. It feels less like a ruin and more like a place that has simply been waiting. Stone, sky and silence come together here in a setting that is both severe and beautiful.
Albarracín feels less like a village and more like something carved out of rock and time.
Perched above the river, its rose-colored walls, narrow lanes and medieval houses seem to cling to the mountainside. Ancient defensive walls trace the ridge above the town, while below, wooden balconies, weathered doors and winding streets reveal a place shaped over centuries.
Albarracín unfolds slowly. Corner by corner, street by street, view by view. One of Spain’s most atmospheric historic villages and a place where the past still feels very close.
From the outside, the Ermita Virgen del Ara seems modest and restrained, but the moment you step inside, everything changes. It feels as if the building gently wraps itself around you in an overwhelming richness of color, painting, and devotion. Every wall seems alive, and every corner breathes silence, wonder and centuries of imagination. This is not just a chapel, but a hidden world where art and faith come together in an almost enchanting atmosphere.
In El Rocío, the modern world seems to fade away for a moment. The sandy roads, the low white houses, the horses, the silence; everything feels as if you are entering another time. There is a relaxed, almost dreamlike atmosphere, shaped by kindness and the gentle rhythm of the village. It feels like walking through the set of a western, only this is the real warm, open and full of Andalusian charm.
The Alcázar of Seville feels like a place where time does not hurry.
Behind its stone walls, patios filled with light unfold, along with reflecting pools, elegant arches and gardens that seem almost too beautiful to be real.
Everywhere, you see the traces of centuries: Moorish elegance, royal grandeur and a silence that lingers softly between the palms and fountains.
This is not a palace you simply look at. It is a place that slowly draws you in.
Seville Cathedral breathes calm, grandeur, and centuries of history. As soon as you step inside, vast spaces open up, filled with light, stone and refined detail. Everywhere, you can feel the presence of a rich past: in the arches, the chapels, the ornamentation and the gentle play of shadow and sunlight. This is a place that invites you to look slowly, walk slowly and lets its impressive beauty reveal itself step by step.
In this video, I visit the Plaza de Toros de la Real Maestranza de Caballería de Sevilla, an arena where, for nearly 400 years, ceremony, tension, blood and death have come together.
Its architecture is elegant, its history undeniable and its place within Spanish culture deeply rooted. That is precisely why I wanted to witness it for myself, not from a distance, but inside the arena.
The program announced six bulls, all of them to die. After the third, I had seen enough. Whatever meaning, ritual or tradition this spectacle may carry for others, I felt it does not belong to me. I also noticed, to my surprise perhaps, how little respect I could ultimately bring myself to feel for it as a sport.
I left the stadium with very mixed emotions. For that reason, I am sharing this video only through a hidden link within a small circle. Not as a celebration, but as a record of something I felt I had to see once with my own eyes.
