Roadtrip to Mérida and Almendralejo

The last three weeks were uncharacteristically stormy, wet, windy, and cold here in Andalusia:


So, with fingers crossed we approached an end-of-March weekend trip to Mérida and Almendralejo, 3 hours north in the landlocked Extremadura region. It turned out to be a weekend of mild weather and was basically sunny, if not a little windy/cold at times (negating my carefully packed wardrobe of skirts and dresses and reminding me I can always make due with three or four items to create enough ‘new’ looks. C’mon Jennifer, pack lighter).

Spring time at the ruins
Spring time, but still a little colder than it looks


Our choice for the hotel was simple: bought last minute for the end of Semana Santa (Holy Week) it was the only thing within 30 miles available that would allow a dog. We stayed at a roadside hotel just at the extreme edge of Almendralejo and while I don’t think the inconvenience of being placed outside of the main city will be worth a repeat, we loved adding this new experience to our Europe accommodation stays for the following reasons:

  1. Suuuuuuper friendly staff who were generous with my limited Spanish in an easy to find location alongside the autopista.
  2. Walking into our lovely Royal Suite hotel room, roadside-inn status not making it any less out of our price range (whoops to last minute planning). As soon as we crossed the threshold we were slammed in the face by that sometimes nostalgic, sometimes unpleasant, but all of the times nose-wrinkling smell of a very old place that has been cleaned but still smells of old place and the people who once lived there. For Cody, that meant it smelt like “every costume shop of  a community theater”; for me, it conjured up a particular 19th-century-farm-house-turned-museum in New Zealand I walked through once. You’d think we’d hate it for the mustiness but in fact it just summoned up a lot of memories of other places every time we walked through the door and lots of analogies made trying to describe it, so we count that as a win.20180330_152823-COLLAGE(1)
  3. The hotel was bustling for the holiday weekend, lots of families and roadtrippers on their own agendas, so whenever we’d wander down to the cafeteria for a restorative cafe con leche, the place felt bustling and full of activity. It’s fun to be part of something, if only the fleeting feeling of communal holidays at a roadside inn.
  4. It gave us a reason to check out what was in Almendralejo instead of just Mérida. We visited the Wine Science Museum and were the only guests from at least the hours of 12:00 to 1:30 pm. James decided to practice his vocalizations then, so it was probably good we were the only visitors at the echo-y exhibits. Besides a few leaflets in English, the museum is catered to the Spanish speaking so we got a lot of practice out of using our burgeoning Spanish skills. Dare I say, this is the trip we’ve spoken the most Spanish in all of our time in Spain?? Also, burgeoning sore throats did not permit us to partake in any wine tasting, so we rest our case that we were there purely for the science/history/culture of wine.


No pictures allowed inside the museum, but check out these cool new words we picked up inside:

Nucleacion de burbujas = “Nucleation of bubbles,” my single most favorite expression to learn in any language. It was used in an illustration of the formation of bubbles and foam in a glass of wine, labeling the genesis of the gas bubbles at the bottom of your glass before their quick trajectory to the top. Wine science has been studied to a T.

Barros (the single most difficult word to translate into English for us so far). Between the museum curator’s English dictionary and our translator app’s lack of knowledge, we believe Barro translates roughly to “mud” or “clay,” so the region we were staying in, “Teirra de Barros,” would most closely translate to “Mudlands.” Barro is a very important word to the identity of the region so we’re very interested in knowing for sure. Someone in the know elaborate for us in the comments, por favor. 


So many of the reviews on Mérida I saw warn that it’s small, but I don’t see this as a bad thing. It made getting from one historical site to the next very easy. With the up-down walking that comes along hilly streets and a 15 euro ticket, we were able to visit several major Roman archaeological sites over two days . Here’s what we fit into our schedule:

The Anfiteatro:

Impressive in its solidness, its lichen covered steps, its easily navigable design, this 2000 year old arena was also set up for Holy Week with a cross made of offering plates across its floor. It was obviously a popular destination, but surprisingly not crowded for this spring-break-time-of-year.


As you walked down one of the main entrances to the floor of the arena, they had life-size cutouts and descriptions of gladiator roles set up beside the stairs, simulating a getting-to-know-you experience with the people who likely would have competed and perished here 2000 years ago. Some might call the life-size illustrations cartoonish, but I think they did the actors a small bit of justice, trying to humanize what we were about to experience.

Outside walls

As I tried to stand in front of each of the cutouts and read the descriptions, I was always getting in the way of some little kid doing the same thing. Except, they were doing a far better job as they gazed for long minutes at the cartoon warrior’s faces, lightly swaying on their toes or dancing out their energy. I tried not to get too nostalgic as I noticed them bringing these characters to life far more effectively than from where I stood in my lofty adulty-ness.

In this literal and figurative passage into the arena, I felt a little pang, a sudden realization that as an adult I had come to master reading the people and the places around me, but had lost much of my ability to embody the story as I once did as a daydreamy little girl. These little kids weren’t lacking self-awareness in taking up all the room in front of the cutouts and causing adults to keep walking down the stairs instead of stopping to read; they were fleshing out a moment. Therefore, no pictures of the stairs with the illustrations. I was already in the kids’ way enough as it was. I hope they each went home afterwards and got to write a story great enough to match what their imagination manifested that day.

Those alluring passageways, always cordoned off.

The Grand Teatro:

Connected by a short path to the anfiteatro, the Grand Teatro is, in a word, beautiful. It’s difficult to imagine this tall structure, complete with columns, stage, statues, and seats, entombed by earth, but it largely was up until 40-ish years ago (barring some restoration license today). It would be amazing to attend Mérida’s classical theatre festival here in August (assuming you could stand the summer heat).

Roman Theatre
Nosebleed seats still make for great views
I spy with my little eye…
Roman toes always hanging off the pedestals

Something else about the Teatro that got me excited (or in Cody’s words: “Nerd Alert”) was this goddess statue flanking one of the main entrances of the theatre.

May the muses (or seasons) be ever in your favor.

The onsite sign labeled her as a muse, but I’ve seen other sources identify her as Prosperine, or her mother, Ceres. Prosperine’s Greek version, Persephone, is one of my favorite Greek deities so it was exciting to possibly see her in the flesh/stone somewhere!

Casa del Mitreo:

I thought a lot of the reviews I read beforehand (caveat: all in English) were sort of unnecessarily negative, saying how it’s only a small site and needed sweeping and that nothing was in English.


Honestly, it was one of my and Cody’s favorite destinations in the last two months of Roman Ruin hopping. I’ve come to realize that I will always be more fascinated by the place people ate and the hearths that they prayed at than where they went to be entertained. As for it not being in English? A minor inconvenience and not terrible if you have a translator app on your smart phone. Plus, looking at the rooms and the mosaics, it’s not hard to use your imagination.

Lots of rooms for lots of life
Subterrain level
Take it all in, kid

Roman Cemetery:

Eh, still mixed feelings about taking pictures of cemeteries, no matter how old. But there are some incredibly well preserved tombstones and sarcophagus, as well as very interesting quotes in Spanish that allowed for more Spanish practice! This was attached to the Casa del Mitreo and was a very easy walk from the site of the house.

Walking to the final tomb


We didn’t really get a chance to enjoy much good food in this area, but that may be more our fault than the location’s. Between having a temperamental baby on his own eating schedule and Cody and I getting sick, we moved from place to place quickly and ate in the hotel room. A highlight, then, was Nico Jimenez Taperia y Tiendas in the museum area of Mérida for tapas and beer. We searched it out on the recommendation of a friend (also picking up a bottle of jamón flavored beer for them). The atmosphere was fun and the delicious jamón and specialty pilsner cervesas we got para llevar were worth the excursion, even with a tired baby in tow.

Penny walking:

Penny's vacay summed up

Poor Penny. Part of the downside to staying at a roadside inn meant that it wasn’t feasible to take her with us on our trips into Almendralejo or Mérida because she couldn’t get into any of the museums. So, instead of driving her all the way into Almendralejo or Mérida with us, we peppered her day with many walks around the hotel and up the paved sidewalk-ed highway, affording us views of lonely billboards and delightfully creepy abandoned zoos (which, from reports in the early 2000’s, looks like it was a very good thing it was shut down!).


Bottom line I think we’ll get asked the most: is Mérida worth an overnight trip? My reply will enthusiastically be: yes! If you’re into Roman ruins and history, the area has more to offer than a single day. And as a region, we barely scratched the surface of what Extremadura has to offer in terms of castles, historic sites, and nature reserves. My only suggestion would be to choose a less expensive weekend when accommodation is more available.


Mode To and from Overnights Accommodation
Car, 3-ish hours one way Puerto de Sta María to Almendralejo and Mérida just outside of Almendralejo Hotel Acosta Vetonia
Transportation Useful phrases on this trip

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Driving Should I leave the key here? ¿Debo dejar la llave aquí?
On foot We’ll return soon.  Volveremos pronto.


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