Thursday morning in Albarracín (our only full day here) I wanted to make sure we checked off the museum and cathedral – but no, K insisted on dragging us 10 k out of town to see some alleged Neolithic rock art.

It was magical.

Actually the most magical part was being completely alone, on a cool  sunny morning, in the silence a dry Mediterranean pine forest, with great layer cakes of red rock, abundant birdsong, and 50-mile views from a mirador:

But the rock art, dated to between 4000 and 7000 years old, was pretty cool too, if mostly very hard to see:

Extra pics from K