The train tracks were about a mile north of the town, so I only saw it from a distance. An important battle took place there in 1762, but doesn't every town have an important battle to brag about and re-enact on holidays?
Later in the day, I finally caught a ride with a cool dude, forty something, on his way to Madrid from Lisbon. He drove a red sportscar convertible that took me to Cáceres, about 100 kilometers or 60 miles east of Valencia de Alcántara, dropping me off at the train station, while he searched for a night's lodging elsewhere. He said he would take me to Madrid tomorrow, but I never saw him again. Probably found someone else more intriguing, or less scruffy, to motor with. At night, I either slept in the train station or somewhere close by. Maybe that little park on the side?
