There are journeys that take you across a land. And then there are those that span millions of years.
It begins amongst holm oaks and cork oaks, with birds of prey soaring over the pastureland and the Tagus still close by. Then the road begins to climb, the mountains fold in on themselves and the landscape becomes a sort of life-size geology textbook.
You don’t need to know the names of all the synclines, anticlines and ichnofossils. You just need to look. And stop. And look again.
Two days to discover how the mountains were formed, how the first settlers arrived, and why even a stone here has a story to tell. First came the earth. Then we arrived.
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