Express By Holiday Inn Zaragoza

... streets and some clear and sane mind, we found a camping site to park our RV in spend a night....

I found Zaragoza very quiet town. It's got a big cathedral and a square in front of it, statue of Goya and few other nice things.

But at night it's completely different. Lots of people on the streets, bars start filling at 7 p.m. and are full until 3 a.m. So, for us it was - Party time!!!

... the tone was almost one of extreme curiosity, possibly also because of my appearance. Us dark Spanish-speaking Chinos are a rare breed, after all!

Anyway, sounds like Paola's had an exciting few months living in Barcelona and traveling around Spain. Apparently her sister's flying out here soon, and they're going on a Mediterranean cruise before she moves back to Mexico. I don't think I could do another cruise, but a Mediterranean one might be ...

... the way for Canada, there is a squiggly over the n.

The GPS won’t accept the address I had for a campground so when we get to Zaragoza so we decide to go into the town. We see 4 spires, it is either a church or a mosque, I think the first. Lucky choice of turn-offs as we end up right at the Church.

We find a parking spot and walk back across the river to look at the beautiful church ...

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.

... were going to bush camp, no showers or toilets at times often weeks on end and having to dig the truck out of sand/mud, not having any decent washing facilities for months on end. We have got an advantage as have done the other trip before hand even though that will be a lot easier than this one, having 26 people on the trip you get to know everybody pretty well and work out personalities very quickly. On the 17th March we headed to Rabat the capital of Morocco there is no camp ...

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.

... entering the city. I instantly decided that if I ever made a list of women I'd travel back in time to sleep with, she'd be on it- it's not something I ever plan on doing, but still. I walked round the city for a bit before coming to the Plaza De Pilar, a truly amazing square on the banks of the river. In addition to several fountains and some Roman ruins, there is the massive Cathedral Des Pilar. According to legend, St James, one of Christ's apostles, had ...

... appearing to Mary on a pillar but now it's just like a week of straight partying. I actually had a lot of fun tonight hanging out with some Americans and a LOT of Spaniards but for some reason I'm in a ***** mood. I finally told Dan that I just wanted to be friends and that I had no other feelings for him and he said he didn't believe me. He also was on the verge of tears. I didn't know what to do so I just gave him ...

... pressure was on for me to practice on the family's piano at home. I also tried to cajole Victor, Marta's cousin with a great tenor voice, to sing the lyrics of the piece. He so far reluctantly agreed, so we rehearsed many times together. At around 21:00, John's parents invited all of Marta's family and relatives to a rehearsal dinner at a hotel restaurant. In America, a rehearsal dinner was a practice party traditionally hosted by the groom's parents on the eve of the wedding ...