Avenida 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, 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 ...

... us from the sun. When it comes out, it is very hot.

We are in cattle and pig country, we sure can smell it all along. We do have the air on open windows wide! We stopped at a gas station to get a slurpee, it was closed so had to walk across the highway to the station there to get a couple of pop. No slurpees here! We see a couple of huge statues of bull cows on hill tops and interesting signs ...

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.

... for 2hours before landing and then when we finally landed we were stranded in the plane at Heathrow for another hour as there was nobody there to put the stairs up in the plane. At this stage the tubes were closed and there was no way into the city centre also delays with baggage. When we finally got off the plane we got our bags rather quick and tubes were now running but slowly. We got to our hostel soaking wet by the snow and rather cold. We spent 2nights in the hostel and ...

... mid meeting?? well i suppose variety is the spice of life. Anyway, Madrid... man leaving there was hard, its seems strange but when i left London i didn't go through half the emotions that i felt as i was getting into doing things for the (again) "last" time in Madrid. i suppose its because when i left London for how much i loved to live there i knew that it had a life expectancy, you can do almost anything in that city and we definitely did, but for how much fun it was to ...

We said goodbye to our wonderful host Sylvia in Guadalahara. The morning light and warmth felt like late May back home. We took to the A2/E90 heading NE towards Zaragoza. One hour later we turned off the highway to visit an old Roman fort on the top of a mountain with a spectacular view, Mendinacellini. Structures ...

... Iberian peninsula. I could go on, but I think we've had enough for one day. Anyway, the Muslims were driven South by the Iberian Christian kingdoms and Zaragoza became the capital of one of the most powerful- Aragon, whose empire at one point included Sicily, the Balearic isles, Malta and parts of modern Greece (not that anyone cares, I know I don't particularly). Anyway, the castle is quite amazing and is now the seat of the Aragonese parliament- I know I ...

... their jammers because he's a swimmer and legit only wore those. If I didn't have so much fun when I was with him, I would've been embarrassed. We get along so well. He was so sweet when I was having my breakdown. I also met his mom today and she was oober cute. He met my mom on Saturday and my mom told me later that he was really cute and I should jump on that. I explained that he has a girlfriend in the states but she didn't care. She said, "and? One there, one ...

... bull is now staggering around with three or four coloured spears and one great big sword embedded in his back. Not content with this, the guy then walks right up to the bull and stabs it right in the head, killing it. Perversely, the bull is then dragged around the ring by four horses, to the whistles of the crowd. "Lucerillo" is the next bull, 477kgs according to the big screen, and the lidiador - whatever that means - is Jose Castilla. The whole process is ...