Gran Via 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 ...

... Zaragoza is missing something ... it's missing that special something that all Spanish towns seem to have. <br><br>I finished up my meal, and sat around for 10 minutes debating whether or not to have some gelato, which the cafe seemed to do a very good job of, just based on appearance. The gelato lost, because I was feeling like absolute ****, and eating something cold would not have been any good for the chills I was suffering from. <br><br>Back to ...

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

... it lucky enough they didn't find anything as you'd imagine everybody bought a lot of alcohol and food in Ceuta which is all stored out of sight. We were all clear and heading into Morocco passing all other vehicles' been checked over with what you would call junk, but this is all sold in the market. Having taken longer at the border than anticipated instead of the original plan of heading to Tangier we headed to Tetouan where we stayed for 1night and had the next morning to ...

... your own choice, its ****ing hard. some people say that school is the best days of your life (and that may have been the case for our parents, or grandparents) but now i really do find it hard to see the logic in that, i mean at school you have got no money, hardly any freedom, you know ***** aside from you hate being at school, your body and hormones are all over the place and you are stuck in a classroom of kids where your world is defined by how hard you are, if you are ...

... 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.

... was the appointed ruler of all the Muslims on Earth following the death of Mohammed. Following the first four Caliphs (known as the righteously guided or Rashidun Caliphs) the Umayyad dynasty came to power, ruling from Damascus in Syria. They were overthrown in 750 by the Abbasids and a majority of them were killed, however one of them escaped and fled to what is now Spain, establishing a rival Caliphate in the city of Cordoba, which ruled over most of ...

... and saturdays. it was so funny. i had so much fun just talking to them as if they were my own parents...or my friends parents since my parents aren't too keen on my relationships in general. they also mentioned my spanish cousin, juan, whom i admitted was muy guapo. and this weekend when they go out of town i'm staying with his family so i can "get to know juan" as my host mom says. i can't imagine having a bad relationship with my family or not ...

... because the menu price range was not so low for each item. Marta's parents wanted to make sure that everybody ate very well in Spain. There simply was so much food that after finishing lunch at around 6PM, we had to take a stroll to walk off the rich calories we had consumed. We were taken to the cafe, Bar Iruña, where Ernest Hemingway used to hang out in Plaza del Castillo. Next to the cafe was El Hotel La Perla, an elegant building with a very noble facade, where he ...