30 beautiful and rarely visited hidden gems in Spain No. 13

13. ALBARRACIN Why didn't you stay a few more days! Summer should come again! I can’t believe we’re here! … As we left we kept talking, talking non-stop. Because to leave as if I was afraid that this place would disappear, my eyes kept looking out the window all the way, trying to remember this journey in my mind. Around mid-March Probably, we came to the Aragón region for the first time, a deep land that seemed to have no abandoned, and ALBARRACIN was our final destination. I didn’t know how long it had been driving from Varun, through countless field hills, halfway past abandoned factories, mysterious villages, policemen cross-examining the roads with police dogs, and then the undulating mountain road, and field after field covered in sudden snow. I could vaguely see a few houses in the valley, and I knew we had arrived, and the further I drove forward, the more excited I became. Yes, while in the parking lot I looked up and saw 10th-century towers and 16th-century churches towering over the top of the hill, as well as medieval walls. Looking around the mountains, in the distance able to see hard rocks and abrupt ridges, and the whole pale pink town seemed to be suspended atop a huge rock, I couldn't wait to climb the stone steps towards the town. Climb the steps to see an open square, here is the Plaza Mayor, like a large balcony built on the side of the rock, through the corridor here able to see the church and tower and the road to the curved town. Apparently only about 1,000 people live here, and we crossed the small alleys with stone roads one after another without seeing a few locals, except for a few tourists. The afternoon was spent traveling through the town, more with irregular windows and architecture and the feeling of another village. The next day we were traversing through the alleys trampling every unseen corner. Until the sun began to slowly set, we climbed to the other end of the summit, climbing towards those meandering upward walls, dry grass and rocks stretching underfoot, I tiptoed left and right in my boots finally climbed to the top, in front of me is the dreamlike pink town surrounded by mountains, we chatted about the meaning of the town, back then it was simply an important military spot, narrowly closed, this is the wisdom of an era, this is the wisdom of an era...