A quick stop in Caceres has turned into an overnight. Not that there's all that much here.
It's another old town. A pretty small one, but a pretty pleasant one too. Near-ancient narrow alleyways wind this way and that. I'd not be too surprised if Harrison Ford, and to a lesser extent, Shia LaBeouf came racing around the corner on a pair of Honda Tornados, followed by the Russians, or Neo-Nazi's, or whoever the politically correct flavour-of-the-month evildoer is these days. And aliens, apparently. Why not. Actually, there's any number of rational and congruous answers to 'why not.' That was a stupid ending.
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