Segovia: We are not friends.

Some might think that walking in the rain and snow with soaking wet shoes and socks for over five hours is a grand old time. I do not. That experience sums up my Sunday afternoon. A bus full of thirty hung over, cold, and wet students equals major crankyness for the afternoon. There may or may not have been tears involved.

Okay, maybe that's an unfair representation of Segovia.

After we left the hotel in Toledo, we took the bus for two hours until we arrived in Segovia...which would have probably been a wonderful city if it wasn't negative 234523 degrees, snowing, windy, and none of us were dressed properly. The major problem was footwear. Had our feet been properly informed of the temperamental weather, they would have been better prepared, being covered in rain boots, or waterproof snow boots, or plastic socks (if only they existed). The combination of soaking wet footwear, taking a five hour walking tour, and my poor circulation issues in my extremities proved to be a bit of a death sentence. It all began at this moment featured in the picture below, when my feet first got soaked.


We visited the gardens at a palace called los Jardines del Palacio de la Granja. They were pretty. Pretty cold and wet.
After the fourth hour, we found ourselves taking a tour of a Medieval castle, made completely of stone and exposed to the elements (aka- not heated and completely miserable). By this point, my feet had been lacking blood for about three hours, and I literally could walk no longer. Don't get me wrong, we were all cranky and cold, but I physically could not take another step. I found myself a cold little corner of the castle and took my socks and shoes off and just broke down for a quick minute. When people noticed my feet were completely yellow, it was time to do something about this. We made our way to the bathroom and praise the Lord, there was a heated air hand dryer. I spent the next twenty minutes attempting to regain blood in my feet, by shoving my legs above my head to reach the hand dryer. It was a really shining, proud moment in my life. It might look like I'm laughing in the photo below, but trust me, there were tears rolling down my face at that point. I'm officially known as the girl in my group with the foot problem. Awesome. Oh, and also, restaurants in Segovia have dogs that walk around eating trash off the floor. Just another reason I am not friends with this city. We SO did not get along.