Hostal Santa Gema Zaragoza

... West. And trust me 4degrees is a **** load if you remember there are only 360degrees!!! So we ended up in the complete middle of nowhere but luckily after a short search we found a campsite that was open and grasped that we had just lost a day of travelling! At least we got an awesome sunset out of it! Unfortunately the next morning was pouring as we made our way to the campsite we were supposed to have been at already. I repeat…My bad ;-)!!

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 ...

... I need to overcome.

Zaragoza wasn't all that great, but it was nice to be back in Spanish immersion - I don't think I spoke more than ten words of English in the first seven days of the trip, and even though I spoke a fair bit of English in San Sebastian, that was balanced out by tons of Spanish conversations. Over the years I've come to really enjoy the simple pleasure of conversing in Spanish, and slowly improving my fluency in the most ...

... sign on the bridge says 15.23 and 33 degrees, yes, it is very hot. We walk past some Roman shop ruins and their great sewage system. There is a statue of Caesar Augustus with stone arched walls behind him. Some of the brick work here is the influence of the Muslim era.

The Basilica de Nuestra Sra. Del Pilar is really beautiful outside, with statues along the top, colourful tiles on the roof and about ...

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.

... it was worth spending the money on them we haven't been cold once since using them will soon find out over the next few nights. Next day we headed off to Todra Gorge to meet up with a Abdula who is a guy Chris meet last time he was travelling through Morocco, he invited us to stay at his house instead of bush camping so we picked him up in town and then went shopping for dinner that night his family were going to cook for us. We bought so much food and well under budget as been a ...

... that i will do exactly the same for them and not for any kind of obligations but just to let the good times roll. I think i said from the start that i was going to treat this as more of a personal experience then an actual "travel blog" and so really the location should not matter that much to the content, but today it does as we are about to go and join our 2nd and 3rd birthday party of the day, and as Zaragoza has become an integral part of my life through Elena i am again ...

... 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.

... dad was like 'what language are you studying Italian? French? German? Because it's definitely not Spanish!' how mean! I think Spanish families are a lot meaner to guys than to girls-or at least that's the impression I'm getting. Anyway we went out Friday night and went dancing. I stayed out til 1am because I realized that my parents thought that's when the curfew was. I also tried some interesting things-I am leaving it at that since there are a few adults who have the link to my blog ...

... graciously drove 150km to the airport to pick me up and take us back to Lodosa. During the ride, we were engaged in fascinating conversations in such topics as history, linguistics, politics, and the culture of globalization. When I finally arrived to Marta's house at around 11PM, her parents and she were waiting for me for dinner. Her mother had prepared a typical Spanish dinner consisting of chorrizo sausages, local cheeses and peppers, tortilla española (a potato and ...