Playing tourist

My semester of Spanish classes did not start until February, so January was an extended break. Luckily, my Aunt G came to visit and helped me fill the hours. Aunt G is a seasoned traveler, and has visited Spain many times. But she doesn't speak Spanish and had limited mobility while she was here. I told her I could act as her companion. I was thinking of the old novels from century or two ago, when well-heeled society ladies would travel and bring along their poor, spinster or widowed, relatives to carry the luggage and order the room service. Aunt G is not rich and I am not poor, but the concept still worked. As much as I could, I translated to waiters and carried groceries and navigated the metro. I even managed to communicate with the electrician when her apartment's electricity went out. It was a good excuse to revisit some of the tourist sites, and eat chocolate with churros.

Segovia, home to a Roman aqueduct, a lovely castle, and a cathedral. We took the train, which was super fast and fun, because I have only taken the bus in my previous adventures.

I don't eat at restaurants very often. During this visit, I learned the important lesson that many restaurants outside of the city center close between lunch and dinner, and if they are open, it's just for drinks. That how I ended up eating my first Burger King meal in a few decades. 

Looking glamorous together. Hopefully I fulfilled my responsibilities well enough that Aunt G will return.