Camping Casablanca Zaragoza

So I don't know if you realized this but if you look at the map, Zaragoza is in the opposite direction of Portugal. In fact, its half way to Madrid and Barcelona. Well, you all must be asking yourselves "why are they going in that direction"? After driving for 4 hours we asked ourselves that very same thing! You see, to get to campsites we use the GPS coordinates that we find off of a eurocamping website. So far these coordinates have been very helpful ...

Spent another night on a parking lot near the city centre. When trying to find a decent place to park our van near all the sights, we got caught up in a lybyrinth of narrow streets, filled with cars (sometimes even in the middle of the crossings...). Well, Boštjan is a very good driver, but my nerves are not as good as I thought.

With the help of a security guard at a bank in one of the ...

... up on the foot of some guy's bed. I bounced off that bed, and stumbled backwards against my own bunk bed. The whole exchange sounded something like this:

Me: "Ow! $%^#! Ow! Sorry!"
Guy in the bed: "What the &*%$?"
Me: "$%^#! Sorry! %^$&! Ow! $%^@! Ow!"

I now know the pain and shame that Mary feels on a regular basis, and vow not to make fun of any more of her Mary Moments ... for a whole week ...

Couldn't find any ...

... spires of various lengths with something different on top of each pillar.

The inside is incredible with extremely high ceilings, with paintings on the tops and plaster angels and cherubs all around.

The organ is huge and the choir area is wood chairs and walls with ornate carvings on the wood. The nave is incredible with so many carvings and niches to look at.

Around the corner there is ...

Boring long day on the A23, highest col 1223m.

Looking for aire in Zaragoza when Brits James, Clare and Katie in their motorhome took us under their wing to the park they'd already stayed in. Left over from 2008 water based expo, with typically spanish rusty iron "sculpture".

35 degree C until light shower cooled us all off.

Bren washed her hair in the public drinking fountain, starting a trend with the other family.

... of the current situation in the UK. So we might be having the cottage to ourselves which will be nice. Going to save extra hard this year for more travels after the harvest and potatoes are over end of November. By the time we get back to Spalding we would have had 6months off and mainly travelling Africa. Finally arrived in Barcelona on the 8th February, weather was a lot nicer than London still jacket weather though. Spent the next 4weeks travelling Spain and Portugal visiting ...

... NYC in that statement "the city that never sleeps" maybe in times square but you try and find a bar a 3 in the morning and lets see how far you get... i stand to prove corrected on that) museums, the longest and warmest summers, the forever cristal blue sky, and most importantly the spirit, i know it sounds like ***** and i even got mugged there one night but just being out on the street you get a feeling for what the people are all about and they more than anything make ...

... years old built of dry fit stone and stil standing: From Zaragoza we travelled ,ore easterly toward Lleida Catalan. Amongst the ochre coloured rocks and mist blue with mountain ranges were immense wind farms. Turbines and tozers several hundreds of feet high. Onward our lovely 1 litre Fiat Punta purred toward LLieda.

We head next to Zaragoza, the place chosen to host Expo 2008, according to the bus stop posters and television adverts. Public transport restrictions coupled with the fact that Cadaqués is little more than a fishing village, mean that we have to travel through Barcelona. A ticketing system that must be based on the British model of public transport extortion, means that we just arrive in time to miss one train ...

... They wanted us to know that they might arrive several minutes late to the church. Then the other group of friends from Houston, now dispersed all over the world, had just arrived in Lodosa the same afternoon. Elisa and Xavi, Sara and Ian, and Nathalie and Philippe drove in together from Sara's hometown of Zaragoza, the same city I had first stepped foot in upon arriving to Spain almost a week ago. Elisa was Marta's roommate and dear friend in Houston. Now she was working back ...