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Days 35 & 36
... our bags, but we don't know where the car is! He finally gets up off his chair and comes round from behind his desk and we three, go on a car hunt. He is madly using the key lock to try and sight the flashing lights but no response from the car. On the other side of the car park. the opel sits, lights now flashing. We have made some head way. He gets in the car to check the mileage and fuel- here comes another bill, as I empty the car of our belongings. He does the paper work, ...
Spanish Culture and Picasso
... a small girl, Margarita Maria, (daughter of a king or prince I think) who has attendants- Isabel de Velasco on the right and Maria Agustina Sarmiento on the left- two other children, a dog, two nuns and a painter; as it is the portraiture painting scene that is depicted. Margarita is so cute and Picasso has many paintings of her only, some very cubist and an vague impression of shape and form, ...
Losing the car, and a trip to a monastery
Yesterday when we went to process the paperwork for the car, we found out that we will need to establish residency before they can process the vehicle into our names. We are trying to get creative in order to purchase a car, because the most reasonably priced rental we can find for the three remaining months we have in Europe will run us at least 4000 Euros, almost 6000 dollars, nearly the price of a used car. Estela and I are feverishly ...
Hola. Gratsies, No Espanio, La Quenta por Favor?
... from spain using a uk phone anyway, discover my aussie Vodafone sim is missing, too tired to care…
Dozed on and off on my flight to spain, still exhausted, get off the plane and realise I have done it again. I’ve rocked up to a foreign country where I speak absolutely ziltch of the language, with no plan and no idea what to do.
I booked my airfares to Madrid when I was on the haggis tour. A few days later I decided I needed the beach so bad, I ...
Weekly Reflection #6.1 - The Photographer's Eye
... I think in a way I see them as religion at its purest. The craftsmen who poured blood, sweat and tears into creating the Cathedrals had nothing to do with the abuses of high-flying bishops – appointed because they were a favourite of the King – and their corruption (or, even less, the scandals of today). Having grown up protestant, maybe I am biased...but I find it hard to disagree with Martin Luther’s criticisms of ...
This bed and breakfast was formerly known as: The Patio

