“In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.”
We drove from Toledo to Granada through La Mancha. Olive trees, steep hills, and a dusty landscape dominated the views. Little towns dotted countryside.
– A little church in Puerta Lapice, La Mancha
We stopped at Restaurante Venta del Quijote to enjoy a little lunch. I liked the Pisto and Manchego cheese. This was Mr. Kemper’s least favorite location.
Carmen’s stories about Cervantes and the errant knight – Don Quixote – made this part of the trip exciting for this bibliophile.