We are still not well, but at least are stomachs are not violently rejecting anything that we attempt to consider eating. However, we have only eaten crackers and a bowl of chicken noodle soup. It is certainly one way to lose weight quickly, but not one that we would recommend.
Still we soldier on, and reach the "town of three lies" – Santillana del Mar. Not a saint, nor is it flat (llana), nor is it by the sea. It is named after Santa Illiana, and it is beautiful, like a Shakespearean village stuck in time. It is a medieval village, with most of the houses dating back to the fourteenth century. Cars are not allowed on the cobblestone streets, although some deliveries do take place.
Our B and B on Canton Street was surrounded by “casonas”, old houses formerly owned by nobility, charming in their gothic exteriors featuring elaborate coats of arms. At the end of our street was the Colegiata (Saint Juliana´s collegiate church), the most important religious monument of the Romanesque in Cantabria.
The town featured many siderias, which we learned were cider houses, but were still too ill to sample any. We did manage to have a very small taste of dinner – I had a rustic mountain stew, and Lorraine tried a few bites of a pasta which was far too rich for our traumatized stomachs.
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| Public Watering Place |
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| Colegiata |
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| Main Street - Note Cobblestone |
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| Our B and B Posada Ansorena |
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