The Pension Miraflores 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 ...

... once again, and was too lazy to cook any eggs, so breakfast was a few slices of serrano, cheese, and some yogurt. Seemed kind of odd eating this, without anything to accompany it. Back to the same bar for a cafe con leche, where I first stopped upon arriving in San Sebastian the other day.

Chatted again with the bartender, and also some random guy from Pamplona. I left a note with the bartender with all my contact info, for his daughter that ...

... short ones. We are on our way to Zaragoza on the west side of Spain.

We go through farm land, then fruit orchards, we couldn't figure out what they grown, but there are lots of fruit packing plants along the highway. I kept thinking there would be fruit stands somewhere, but they never materialized.

At lunch time we stopped at a rest area along the highway. It is quite warm, but the clouds are ...

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.

... arrived, not a lot to do in La Linea but we went to Gibraltar 4 days, Gibraltar is famous for its 'Rock' were ancient sea ferries thought it signalled the end of the world so we did a rock tour and saw the tunnels that the British army used in the siege and hung out with the apes for awhile. Gibraltar is very English and very much feels like back in the UK. We left for a new camp site of the 13th March as everybody had arrived from London so we needed somewhere to be able ...

... the home town of Elena where everyone refers to each other as a maño o maña being the collegial term of one of the inhabitants. quite weird to to hear really as its not like "mate, son, boss, etc" its something that everyone uses through all ages, status, walks of life or whatever i mean being English can you really imagine talking to your gran and calling her "mate", or having a chat with a bank manager and then he/she just shouting out "alright son"to one of his ...

... 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.

... It should be fun! After school some friends and I found a random patch of grass in the middle of the city and played volleyball. It was absolutely ridiculous but so much fun. The ball kept rolling into the street and my friend Dan was close to being hit by a bus but it was worth it because it was really fun. It didn't do much for blending into the culture though, but whatevs. We'll blend with Spaniards tomorrow!

I mentioned earlier that I went to a bullfight, well I was really quite excited to see how the events would play out because although I´ve read a lot about the tradition I had never experienced one until now--and being there in person really is a better way to understand it than just reading about it in books. I went to the Plaza de Toros de la Misericordia--where the bullfights take place in ...