This was taken in the final city we visited on our excursion on Friday. The city was called Pedraza and it was similar to the other cities, only ten times better. From the other cities, Segovia included, you can see in the distance the gorgeous mountain ranges; however from Pedraza, the mountain ranges are literally right there. This city felt even more than the other ones, like a legitimate Spanish pueblo. The cobblestone roads, the stone, dirt-colored buildings, the castle, and the surrounding mountains gave the feeling of total relaxation and felt as if we were transported back in time 100 years (except for the fact that there were indeed cars in this town). In the story that we are reading in the 306 clase de literatura right now, San Manuel bueno, martir, it takes place in a small village. In my mind, this city was exactly like the city in that book. San Manuel could have been living in one of those houses for all I knew.