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Travel Blogs from Santa Eulalia del Río
... few carriages attached behind) around the city. It was pretty cool, showing us almost every part of the city from across the river encircling it, and giving us the history of its various occupiers, benefactors and residents. We also got one of the best views of the city and its grand cathedral from a high point outside the city. After the tour we were short on time, so we quickly got something to eat and went towards what we thought was the cathedral entrance. It ...
... market place in the early 20th century, the market is now an upscale location to buy good produce, enjoy nice meals, order beer and wine by the glass and enjoy the people watching. It was a fun social scene and you could tell it is frequented by both locals and tourists. After lunch, we went for a quick stroll through Retiro Park (Parque del Retiro). I would say Retiro would be Madrid's answer to Central Park in NYC. The grounds were beautiful and once ...
... Ovi and Amanda- both two people me and tamar get along with well. We
wandered for a while but stumbled across the perfect place for a coffee and pastry.
We have learned that Amanda has a lot of the same travel goals as us and will
most likely do some traveling with her on the weekends. We got slightly lost
going back to the main street where ovi lives- San Bernado but we eventually
made it back. Amanda dropper her stuff off at our apartment and we embarked on
We breakfasted at a cafe just down from the hotel. Euro 7.50 for two much cheaper than euro 16 for one and more character and atmosphere. Then it was off for a late morning burst of Chinese culture courtesy of the terracotta army. The ones in the glass cases were real but the rest were replicas we assume. Interesting 90 minutes. We had decided we'd seen enough palaces and churches. No doubt if you started a ...
... way into the day through it, imperceptibly.
Past Perpignan, where we thought we'd catch the south-bound to Barcelona and then Madrid.
But Ms Grumpy in Carcassonne had arranged for us to travel on to Narbonne to connect to the south bound back through Perpignan and on to Barcelona. I suppose we were sitting on a train, not standing at a station.
In Spain, the country was noticeably drier straight way, the vineyards and olive groves endless, ...