27th February, Day 19
We awoke with snow on the ground; our English friends had left at first light. Despite the snow, we decided to do the mountain road to El Escorial as the sky didn’t look too dark and heavy with the white stuff. In fact the drive wasn't bad, some snow flurries, but the road was clear and the weather just wet and misty at 1850 metres. Not too much fun though for the struggling skiers from the resort at the top – tramping along the wet road and moving in and out of the gloom on the slopes.
San Lorenzo de El Escorial is the name applied to both the Royal monastery and residential palace of the King of Spain, and the town in which it resides. There is another town, called simply El Escorial, a couple of kilometres away.
Arriving at San Lorenzo de El Escorial we nearly twisted our heads off trying to spot somewhere to park a motorhome, eventually electing to deposit ourselves directly opposite the monastery: €4.60 for 2 hours. That meant I had to dive out of the guided tour half way through to get another ticket, but the tour guide and staff were very helpful – those that could speak English anyhow.
Perhaps the most memorable fact imparted to us by the guides was that the great monarchs, once their spirits had departed this earth, spent 42 years underground in a sack of lime – before being transferred to their splendid bronze and marble sarcophagi and pride of place in the Pantheon. The reason behind this was so they didn't stink the place out in the meantime – the marble being porous to the fluids released by decomposing bodies!
The Royal Monastery of El Escorial
We couldn't find anywhere suitable to stay for the night around the streets, so went to the El Escorial campsite out of town, a huge and at the time, rather empty resort site: 18 euros a night – top rate for an ACSI site. Sue had another battle with reception over wanting to hang on to our passports.
Camping Resort El Escorial
GPS: 40.6254 N, 4.0986 W
28 February. Day 20
A return to the palace to see the art and architectural museums. After that I had seen enough but Sue’s cultural stamina meant she did the library as well, which of course was very interesting!
After this marathon of culture assimilation we drove out of town again, back towards the campsite to see the Civil War monument at Valle de Los Caidos (Valley of the Fallen). Built at the behest of General Franco to honour the dead of the Spanish Civil War, it took 18 years to complete and features a vast basilica hollowed out of the granite hillside. It is a long drive through the woods to reach it and, astonishingly, the interior is larger than St Peter's in Rome. On top of the 150 metre high granite outcrop is a 150 metre high cross, dominating the stupendous setting and visible 20 miles away.
After that we hit the main roads down to Aranjuez and the campsite on the perimeter of the Royal Palace gardens. A pleasant, friendly campsite with a good shop and a 20 minute walk from town. Quite a few Brit vans around, in transit mostly. We signed up for a weeks wi-fi but it was not very fast and kept logging us out, also you could only log in one device at a time.
Camping International Aranjuez
GPS: 40.0425 N, 03.6001 W
Just as we got into bed, there was a distinct burning smell from underneath it. We couldn't decide whether it was the electric heater, battery charger or battery, so I switched everything off and disconnected the hookup, putting the fridge back on gas.
Day 21. 1st March
It dawned a chill, damp day. I investigated under the bed and concluded that the smell was coming from the electric water heater – the battery charger and battery seemed to behaving normally. We left the heater on and the smell dissipated. In my investigations I also found that the whole heater had shifted when going over a large bump in the road and also one of the air duct hoses had become disconnected, there’s a silver lining…
All seemed fine until the evening when the charger kicked in again on its full charge cycle. Peaking at 14.6 volts for a few seconds, then down to 14.3, it became obvious that the charger was the source of the smell and that it was getting rapidly worse. I switched everything off again and disconnected the hookup.
Day 22. 2nd March
We took the opportunity of a free ride into town on the road train or Chiquitren and did the palace first. The Palacio Real de Aranjuez was designed by the same men that designed El Escorial and was to me probably more impressive than El Escorial, especially the Arab room and the Sala de Porecelana, an amazing room of oriental bas-relief porcelain plates which totally cover the walls and ceiling. They are very strict about photography inside, which is a shame, but par for the course.
The Royal Palace of Aranjuez
We then had a fine 3 course luncheon in the Rincon de Godoy restaurant on the opposite side of the square. Traditonal style and service, excellent. With a half carafe of wine, water and coffee, it came to only 32 euros – fantastic value.
Restuarant Godoy
The Chiquitren does trips around the town and royal gardens, including the museum of royal barges, which was fun and saved us a hell of a lot of walking.
Interestingly, Joaquin Rodrigo’s glorious Concierto de Aranjuez was inspired by the palace gardens and is meant to evoke the sounds of nature in and around them.
We then had a bit of a wait for the last road train back to the campsite, but a good day, without the rain!
Day 23 to 25. 3rd to 5th March.
The weather got colder, but the skies were clearer and we enjoyed the sunshine and a nice cycle trip into town and some shopping. I stripped the charger down but could find nothing wrong with it. Apart from a little dust inside, it was fine?!
Day 26. 6th March
Our day trip to Madrid, and gifted with a cloudless sky. A five minute taxi ride to the station cost €12; the Linea C3 train from Aranjuez to Madrid (very modern, smooth and slick) €8 return for a 50km journey!
Our first stop was for coffee and "tosta rustica" in the Cafe Brilliante, across the roundabout from the station – loud, manic, but a great place to adjust to the buzz of the city.
We decided to do the city tour bus: day ticket €21 each. Route 1 before lunch and Route 2 after. You absolutely have to get a top deck seat to get the most out of this, and it's still not easy to get good photos of anything, but the commentary does give you an introduction to the city.
Steering clear of the numerous tourist restaurants on the Paseo del Prado for lunch, we found the local’s Café Bar Roda on the Calle de las Huertas. Menu of the day: Salmorejo, a cold, creamy deep pink-orange summer tomato soup originating in Córdoba, made with tomatoes, bread, oil, garlic and vinegar and garnished with diced Spanish Serrano ham and hard-boiled eggs. Followed by paella, and creme caramel. With a glass of red wine, only €22 for two!
After that well-rounded interlude, we caught the bus for Route 2 round the city. Having alighted the bus and passing the Naval museum (lots of fascinating stuff for a marine engineer), I managed to drag Sue in – not a trick I often pull off (she had the Museo del Prado in her sights!)
The American battleship Maine which accidentally blew up in Havana, Cuba on 15th Feb 1898, precipitating the Spanish - American War!
Unfortunately, closing time intervened at the art museum so we missed out on the opportunity to gaze at 1300 artworks based around the former Spanish Royal Collection. Shame – however we did have time for another trip on the bus (Route 1 again) as the sun went down, and a couple of beers before the train back!
The fabulously ornate city hall
Day 27. 7th March
A big clean up day before we moved on.
Day 28. 8th March
Preparing to leave the campsite, I finally found the source of the nasty burning smell – the electric hook-up lead was welded to the side of the van! After emptying all the kit from under the bed (no five-minute job) and removing the cover from the fitting, the cause was obvious – a terminal screw had come loose and arcing between wire and terminal had melted the bits together. Getting the plug out called for a little restrained violence but eventually it gave up and we could pack up and leave.
Next stop: Toledo. We picked up some LPG on route and were loaned yet another different adaptor by the garage.
The only campsite in Toledo is Camping El Greco and it’s pricey; although the pitches are a reasonable size, entry into them is cramped and could be difficult if you have a large van. At this time of year though it was fairly empty.
Camping El Greco
GPS: 39.8656 N, 04.0467 W
To get us connected to electricity again I removed the hookup fitting and cut out the electrical part, then fitted a plug onto the cable inside the van so that the lead could be passed under the flap and through the hole to the plug. A faff, but it did the job.
Day 29. 9th March
After a late start we just managed to catch the 10.00 am bus into town: just €1.40. It was still cold up on the town square, but the sky was clear and the tourist office was open and they gave us another map with the attractions printed in English on the back. The only way to really see this town is on foot, the ubiquitous road train is limited to very few streets and the City Tour bus only does the town square and then around the outlying countryside.
The low sun was only just reaching its fingers into the narrow streets by 10.30; first stop was the Iglesia de Santo Tomé to see the El Greco painting El Entierro del Señor Tomé, probably his most famous (the one about two saints coming to earth to lay a local notary into his grave). Entrance was €2.50 a head plus one euro for the sound guide. We were just in time, as a coach tour packed the hall shortly after we arrived and individually they never got close to the painting!
After some wonderfully warming hot chocolate and churros in the tiny Santo Tomé Churreria, we then headed down to see the El Greco museum, stopping first to look at the Sinagoga del Transito and Museo Safardi. As it was Sunday, entry was free.
The Museo del Greco was also free, but the sound guides €2 each. The museum is worth a visit for the house and gardens alone, even if you are not a fan of El Greco; a feast if you are.
After some lunch at a cafe in a nearby square, we visited the Monasterio de San Juan de Los Reyes, the bright afternoon sun wonderfully highlighting the intricate stonework. Entrance €2.50
The cloisters light up in the Monasterio de San Juan de Los Reyes
Nearby is the Sinagoga Santa Maria La Blanca, undergoing restoration but some lovely stucco work still evident.
Working our way back up to the cathedral we looked into the Iglesia del Salvador, an ancient mosque converted into a church. Entrance €2.50
They are big on marzipan in Toledo, so we went for some marzipan refreshment at the Confiteria Santo Tomé, apparently the best stuff in Toledo, for which is is duly famous.
We finally got to the main event, the Catedrale de Toledo, a vast edifice for which you are charged the princely sum of €8 (including audio guide) at the gift shop across the road. It is magnificent nonetheless, probably one of the finest we have seen.
Toledo Cathedral
Day 30. 10th March
Another glorious sunny morning but still cold. We paid our €60.60 bill for two nights and headed out of town for the Parque Nacional de Cabaneros.
We found a wonderful lunch stop at Risco de Las Paradas, a spot made famous in a 1928 poem by Spanish essayist Felix Urabayen.
GPS: 39.5849 N, 04.5273 W
Just around the corner on the flat valley floor is vast and elegant Finca. Curiously, the wonderfully smooth black tarmac we had been enjoying so far that morning curved into the Finca entrance and came to an abrupt halt – now, there’s influence for you! Soon after, back onto the rough and broken tarmac we found a fabulous pitch for the night overlooking the valley floor. This space is probably used for parking on hunt days, so is probably a spot to avoid at weekends if you don’t want a gun waved at you!
GPS: 39.5802 N, 04.5311 W
