The mills of Campo de Criptana

The mills of Campo de Criptana

In the stifling heat of the August sun we left Madrid to visit a lake which was supposedly crammed with wildlife.  When we arrived there it was empty, not a bird in sight,  There were areas where the birds feed which one was not allowed to walk on so we could not even get anywhere near the water.  Although we were  disappointed, we left the lake to search for something more interesting to gawk at. As Campo de Criptana was nearby we decided to go there.  When we first parked up we thought we were near enough to walk to the mills.  We accessed what looked like the road leading to the mills. We had walked for a good 10 minutes when we saw some people we could ask if we were anywhere near them.  They said that we could have walked up there but it would take a good while.  In that heat we dicided to go back for the car.

We were extremely thirsty by that time because we had forgotten to bring the flasks with us from the car.  We entered the first bar avalaible which was hidden down a side street. I headed straight for the ladies room.  When I went to the bar I noticed that the bar was full of men,, only men, each one leering at the women like that had been in some kind of institution, for a long time.  It felt a little uncomfortable, to say the least.  My friend had ordered a drink.  She gulped it down at breakneck speed, I thought it was because she wanted to get out of there but it had been a misunderstanding.  She thought I wanted to leave there quickly but, in fact, I had just wanted to sit outside.

We found the car, where we had parked it, oddly enough.  Driving around we found ourselves at a roundabout where we asked directions to the mills.  They told us how to get there but somehow we kept coming back to the same spot, the same workmen were still there, every time, embarrassing it was. I was getting bored of the driving by this time. Much as I love being behind the wheel there is a limit to how many times you can handle getting lost in exactly the same place.  

When we eventually got to the mills it was about 40 degrees Celcius.  We had no energy to look at anything but we did have a quick gander before retiring to a bar for the whole afternoon. We ordered something to pick at which was all we needed, it was too hot to eat anything else.  It was so hot we could have easily stretched out anywhere and gone to sleep, not that I have ever got into the habbit of napping in the afternoon, I wake up feeling like I have a hangover.