Cuenca
A few days ago we drove to Madrid to pick my mom at the airport. She came from Brazil to stay with us for three months and the tickets from our hometown to Madrid were half the price of the tickets to Valencia this time. Only problem, the flight landed really early, like 8h30. With the sunrise behind our backs and the full moon still ahead, the four-hour drive was filled with photos and thermos' coffee. On the way back, we decided to visit Cuenca, a beautiful Spanish town with cobbled streets and medieval houses.