Best Western Hotel El Principe 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 ...

... basement is huge, feeling like a cellar in a castle. A number of excursions can be booked from the hostel, and it seems like they also put on a number of activities. But given that it's the peak tourist season, and it's completely dead ... I can't imagine it lasting too long. I think part of the problem is that there isn't much going on in Zaragoza, though it appears that there are numerous adventure-type day trips that can be done nearby. <br><br ...

June 14, Sunday<br><br>I think I lost a day somewhere along the line. Anyway we left this morning after a long wait for the woman to come at 10, she was late, as the elderly man on the reception did not know how to take a credit card payment. So much for being ready to leave 1 hour before our scheduled time, we left late.<br><br>We are on toll highways to get us to and around Barcelona. They are pretty cheap ...

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.

... cook, having done a trip before with Chris, Ian and I cooked the first night, we have meet a really nice couple Ben and Sarah from Australia who are doing the 43weeks they arrived on the 2nd night so got very friendly with them so we all cooked Spag Bol for dinner nice and simple. The trip officially started on the 14th March so we headed to the Algeciras to catch the ferry into Morocco which only took 35minutes there is only 1 ferry that is big enough to fit the truck but only had ...

... whatever but apart from the occasional ******** (who is always out) no one is getting bevvie up looking to do someone over just because they brushed past them in a bar or they have got too much sauce on their kebab, i may seem as though i am exaggerating but i am telling you, live 3 years in London and then Madrid and then tell me that i am wrong. Friends... , jesus i have met some really good people in madrid, mind you i did in london as well even though i half of them ...

... 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.

I woke up about 9am, my latest start for about a week, and hauled myself downstairs to check out, before dragging myself three kilometres to Delicias train station to get a reservation on the evening train to Madrid. After some frenzied negotiation with a friendly woman who spoke no English I managed to secure myself a seat on the 14.32 train instead. I'd still get to Madrid that day, but it sadly left me just over four hours to explore the Aragonese capital ...

... about it but none of them would talk to her for very long. Trouble is contagious, I guess, and they didn't want to be mixed up in it. Since I wasn't with her this weekend it was easier for me to support her now but I know Sr. Morse is going to call me into his office-oh well. At least I don't have to lie! Okay sorry that this is all about DC and Natalie but I was with her for hours today so it's all that's on my mind. Hasta luego!

... like crazy from the mad bulls, I tried to imagine the intense atmosphere of terror, adrenaline, excitement, and delirium that would permeate the air once a year during San Fermín's Festival from July 6-13. Before lunch, we stopped at a tapas bar for a drink and also had a sumptuous snack. Instead of letting us pay for the food, Marta's family covered the food for 12 of us. For lunch, Marta's family took us to one of Pamplona's finest (and expensive) restaurants, Casa ...