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España Profunda (with a bit of Portugal thrown in)


The good people over at Trazzler have given me even more reason to practice what I preach and travel deeper rather than further. I've been assigned a 10 piece series, exploring my adopted homeland of Extremadura, Spain and her sister region across the now non-existent border with Portugal.

First stop Alcantara!
Second Caceres
Moving on to the Garganta de los Infiernos
Cross the border to Monsanto
A personal favourite in San Martin de Trevejo
Natural swimming pools and free libraries in the Sierra de Gata
Cheese, Cheese, oh glorious Cheese in Trujillo
Cherry Blossoms without the Japanese crowds in the Valle del Jerte
Back to Caceres for the WOMAD festival
Back to Portugal, but not too far in Idanha a Vehla

And some more

Moor to Spain than Andalusia in Hornachos
Swaying with the Penitents over Easter in Caceres
Templar mysteries in Trevejo
Inaccessible castles (well almost), Spas and...Wine! in Alange
Incredible Adobe in Reina

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