The Compass G.
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The walls of Albarracín are the medieval equivalent of a parent who refuses to retire, built between roughly the tenth and fourteenth century and still clinging to the ridge like they have unresolved trust issues. Stretching dramatically along the mountain spine at around eleven hundred meters above sea level, they once protected an independent taifa, a tiny kingdom that lasted longer than most modern diets.
Walking up these walls feels like stepping into a history lesson that forgot to warn you about the incline. Every tower stands there silently judging your stamina, while the stones, many older than entire countries, pretend they have not shifted an inch in several centuries. The views are outrageous. Turn your head in any direction and it becomes a postcard. Even if you blink too long, you probably still captured something worthy of a tourism brochure.
Despite being one of the most iconic defensive structures in Aragon, the walls remain relatively unbothered by tourist overload, possibly because reaching them involves a climb that filters out anyone without mild determination or a strong desire to impress their friends online.
Five stars. The walls are ancient, dramatic, slightly intimidating, and completely magnificent, the kind of historical monument that looks like it could still repel an invasion or at least make intruders pause for a selfie.
