Hotel Condesa de Chinchon
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... most dishes with lettuce which has a little too much sauce in it. I wanted to say something but was unsure how to phrase it so I will tell her tomorrow. Today we had fries and little fish ball things.....So far I have liked all the dishes.
Last night we went to a Spanish style bar to grab a glass of beer and little dishes of food which may be tapas or not. There were bread with melted cheese and a sausage, bread with a huge salami, and potato fries with fried eggs.
... to spend the night!! We are now Official Pilgrims ! We have been accredited! And have official passports! We have our first stamp! And are sleeping in our first Albergue! Tonight we will go to church and receive a special blessing! And tomorrow we begin the First stage Irun to San Sebastian- 26 Km! Just a note the lady who runs the Albergue says my backpack is too ...
... we leave the hotel at 10.30pm, straight into a fierce gale blowing down the Gran Via. Pulling our jackets tighter and debating whether to return for a cardigan, we continue along our way, eyes streaming in the wind. First stop is Plaza del Sol, which is somewhat more luna at this time of night, and bustling with hawkers, partiers, sightseers, lovers, teenagers and pickpockets. We walk through the throng and meander along side streets, through the old ...
... one that left at 3:45.
We got pretty good at that waiting thing.
On the bright side, the architecture was awesome in the terminal! Check out the photos in this blog to see what I mean! Somehow my ticket was separate from the rest of the group, and I managed to get an entire row to myself on the final flight… My view from the window seat was amazing.
Spain is very dry ...
with her friends and family, but because I am completely and utterly
shattered. And fatter. If I see another sausage, or in fact any other
type of red meat I may throw up. (That's a lie, if I see another
piece of Spanish meat I'll probably eat it, ask for seconds and then
sob for ten minutes in self pitying despair over my lack of ability
to ever say no to more Sausage.)
Last Friday we went to ...