On page 12, there is a photo of a hill just like me. It shows the páramo (high plateau), the campiña (low plain), and the ribera (riverbank). On page 48, there is a painting of El Cid.
I am just a stone on a hill. But if you put your hand on the page of your atlas—trace the Duero River with your finger, then trace the border of the Kingdom of Castile—you are touching me. xeografia e historia 3 eso santillana
But I felt a tremor in the 10th century. Almanzor’s armies marched past me to burn Santiago de Compostela. Then, a slow decay. The Caliphate fractured into Reinos de Taifas . My tower fell into ruin. Connection to Unit 2 (Los reinos cristianos y la Reconquista) On page 12, there is a photo of a hill just like me
Then, I saw him. A knight with a long beard, exiled by his king: . He rode past me with a hundred mesnaderos (warriors). They didn't build a castle; they built a simple iglesia románica (Romanesque church) using my limestone cousins. I am just a stone on a hill
For three centuries, I was a witness to the Mesta . Thousands of ovejas merinas (Merino sheep) flooded past me, following the cañadas reales (royal sheep trails). The Concejo de la Mesta became richer than kings. I learned that geography is not just rivers and mountains—it is power . The wool went to Flanders. The gold came back to Burgos.
I watched the calzadas romanas (Roman roads) slice across the plateau like straight, gray scars. I felt the hooves of horses carrying gold from Las Médulas. For 400 years, I listened to Latin, the smell of olive oil from ánforas , and the rhythm of the legionaries’ boots. Then, the boots stopped. The bárbaros (Germanic peoples) came. The wall fell. I was alone again. Connection to Unit 2 (Al-Ándalus)