Buitrago de Lozoya: I Showed Up and No One Was There

[Welcome to the vault of blog posts from the holidays that were unpublished – until now. Not wanting to spend the holidays crying alone in my apartment, I went on a mission to visit castles in the pueblos in the Community of Madrid. This quiet town taught me about the importance of community.]

I arrived at Buitrago de Lozoya at 9 o’clock in the morning. No one was outside.

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