Paris Centro Zaragoza

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, Bo&#353;tjan is a very good driver, but my nerves are not as good as I thought.<br><br>With the help of a security guard at a bank in one of the ...

... offer much more than that. <br><br>Though not really hungry, I needed to get something to eat, given that it was 17:30 and I still hadn't eaten lunch yet - feeling so ill, it would only be a matter of time before I passed out. After an extremely late lunch, I popped inside the basilica - many come here to honour a little statue of the Virgin Mary, kissing the sacred pillar upon which she rests. Countless people have kissed it, which has left a large ...

... spires of various lengths with something different on top of each pillar.<br><br>The inside is incredible with extremely high ceilings, with paintings on the tops and plaster angels and cherubs all around.<br><br>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.<br><br>Around the corner there is ...

Boring long day on the A23, highest col 1223m.<br> <br>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".<br><br>35 degree C until light shower cooled us all off.<br><br>Bren washed her hair in the public drinking fountain, starting a trend with the other family.

... he had told Chris we had to drive to local market but then he seemed to lead us to a supermarket and he was very quick to jump out of the truck as he new nobody was going to give him a tip. On Monday Gary made the phone call back to Mauritania Embassy to see about Visas, and they were ready for us to collect the passports if he could be there before 4pm so he was very quick to catch a ride into town and get a train back to Rabat. Chris was not so happy as he was fast to leave and ...

So here we are we finally made it to the start of the trip, well still in the despedida really (which has to be a record as we are getting almost into a month of saying goodbye, spending quality time together for the "last" time with friends and family or having conversations about how it will be like we never left with the use of all the internet treats that we now take for granted such as Skype, Facebook whatever... but lets face it, it's not) but anyways here we are in ...

... 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.

... imagine being married to one of those women..you'd never dare question what was on telly again- "It's ok dear, you just sit and watch Most Haunted, I may think it's **** and get incredibly annoyed whenever that fat woman claims ghosts are sexually assaulting her, but you can watch it"). There was also a statue of Augustina Zaragoza, a young woman who fired a cannon at French troops when all of the guns crew were dead or dying, thus preventing the French ...

... but it's 10:30 by the time I get out everyone will have to go home!' and so she was like 'maria, can you wait 10 minutes?' so she waited and I went out with Maria. It was so much fun. We went to El Casco and danced a ton. We were with her friends and it was so fun. We met up with Arturo (Juan's brother) and some of his friends. Arturo is so sweet. We had the huge bonding sesh over Blink 182. He was like "Soy un freaky" I almost peed myself I was laughing so hard. Arturo is also closer to ...

... social occasion of the week. The TV cameras are here. Notable though is the lack of children in the arena - a pleasant surprise. This appears to be the upmarket cousin of futbol. In the top tier, directly above where the honoured guests sit, I can see and hear an orchestra warming up. I am tempted to use my sweatshirt as a cushion to protect against the ********crete, but am afraid my tatty t-shirt may be a little too lowbrow for the occasion. As it is I am ...