I’m sure some of you expats living in Madrid can agree that sometimes you just need a break from this city.
Yes, I adore Madrid, but much like being around my mother for extended periods of time – I need periodical breaks.
And my special place to get away is close enough to Madrid that it makes for an incredibly nice day trip and it has a lot of special memories for me.
It’s where I went with my now husband on our first car trip when we were dating. It’s the place we took my family on the weekend before we got married. It’s the place we go every Christmas Eve before the big family dinner. It’s my home away from my Madrid home: Segovia.
So, looking for some much needed relaxation this past weekend, we hopped in the car and took off to spend the day in my little Spanish comfort zone.
Now, I’ve been to this place too many times to count, but as we entered under the aqueduct, something was up. I astutely noticed something different in the Segovian air. Added to the constant lingering scent of cochinillo and cordero, there was something else wafting throughout the air. It was a distinctly pungent hippy-esque smell mixed with a hint of pee pee - and that could only mean one thing:
It was the International Titirimundi Festival!!! OMFG! Puppets!!
So, as we made our way up the hill to the plaza, we saw childhood memories being made on a lovely French carousel, street performers getting their crowds worked up and various colorful puppet and marionette stages set up along the way to the main plaza. The acts showed a wide range of talent; everything from the Beatles, to the hound dog singing you-know-what, to a full-on string orchestra.
So, as we strolled like Spanish pros up to the plaza, we (I) tried to avoid the puppet shows and marionettes because they creep me out. So, I don’t have many photos of the actual shows that were going on. Luckily, however, there was a nice mixture of creepy and sweet to show you:
I guess the festival is a huge hit because its been coming to Segovia every year since 1985. So, it’s nice if you like puppets and marionettes or whatever the hell they’re called.
But no matter what events or festivals surprise us now and again in Segovia, I really only need this: