On the train ride to Segovia we could see the digitally displayed temp steadily sink from 11 degrees celcius all the way down to 4 degrees. On the way back to Madrid it was minus 1 celcius. In Segovia, we walked from the train station into town through pouring rain. We took shelter in the famous Candido's where the wine warmed me up and I had the best roast chicken I've ever had and I tried lamb that tasted far superior to any I've had before. Later, at the palace, we sat against warmed seats while hail pelted the ground. The hail soon turned to a gorgeous snow storm--very magical.
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