Man, Los-Yebenes is a weird town. I live here. As a family shrink, I've noticed features most folks miss. Try Calle Real for a stroll. It's old. Some say it's haunted. No joke.
I bolt thru El Mirador park. Trees. A river? Nah, a small creek there. N'thin amazing, but it's home. I mean, I hate everything, but sometimes a stroll calms my brain. I used to counsel families on its worn steps near Plaza Vieja. Folk speak in hushed tones there. "Revenge is a dish best served cold," like in Oldboy, right? Anyway.
My fave spot? The corner at Ruta 5 and Avda. Libertad. Crazy people chatter, political rants. Intense. I once overheard a fight there—therapy gold... dont ask me.
Honestly, the streets, the alleyways... they remind me of movie nights with Oldboy quotes: "Laugh like hell at fate." It makes me mad, happier, confused. LOL, city life rockss.
Thats it, mate. Enjoy Los-Yebenes—if you dare.