Hostal La Asturiana Zaragoza

... pretty exact since street names aren’t always useful when we are on all these unnamed roads in the middle of nowhere. GPS coordinates are pretty failsafe unless…well this is my fault…one has to make sure they put the decimal point in the right place…oops! Luckily Chris has a wicked sense of humor and thinks I’m cute when I’m flustered otherwise this could have gotten ugly. We ended up at 0.4sumthing West instead of 4 ...

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, Boštjan is a very good driver, but my nerves are not as good as I thought.

With the help of a security guard at a bank in one of the ...

... once again, and was too lazy to cook any eggs, so breakfast was a few slices of serrano, cheese, and some yogurt. Seemed kind of odd eating this, without anything to accompany it. Back to the same bar for a cafe con leche, where I first stopped upon arriving in San Sebastian the other day.

Chatted again with the bartender, and also some random guy from Pamplona. I left a note with the bartender with all my contact info, for his daughter that ...

... 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.

... down the road. The whole group did our washing and our camp looked like a laundry mat, there was a caravan set up where we pitched our tents but they were quick to leave it the morning with 26 people pitching 15 tents and an overland truck, didn't think they like it. Most people jumped in the showers as having not showered for 5days we were hanging out for it. Next day we headed into the median, this was one of the hardest median to find your way around so we needed to get a guide ...

... whole night and you will experience a night life unseen in England, there is no fighting, no presence of danger, no divides of the cool/trendy/beautiful/young/straight/ga y/freaky its just everyone thrown in this big mixing pot which you imagine that it would just be waiting to kick off, like a friday night last orders in London/Nottingham or Ilkeston but no it really is just people out to have a good time, mingling, dancing, laughing, on the pull, getting drunk, taking ...

We said goodbye to our wonderful host Sylvia in Guadalahara. The morning light and warmth felt like late May back home. We took to the A2/E90 heading NE towards Zaragoza. One hour later we turned off the highway to visit an old Roman fort on the top of a mountain with a spectacular view, Mendinacellini. Structures ...

14.11.2007 So I've had quite an exciting week this week. I went to the hospital on Tuesday, which was an adventure and a half. I have art class on Tuesday evenings until 8pm and when I was walking home I was feeling a little funky so I walked really fast and when I got home my family was like 'wow you look bad-are you okay?' Apparently instead of answering that question I collapsed on the floor. I don't remember too much of the next 30 minutes but I ended up on the bed some how then ...

... John's father stood up to make a toast. He looked at me and requested for my assistance. I placed my napkin on my lap and slowly rose. He made a beautiful toast to the two families united at the table, and to the soon-to-wed couple, who were looking into each other's eyes dreamily. One after another, John's friends and sister rose to make poignant toasts, and as well, as soon as I had just sat down, I had to rise to the occasion literally, and translate the toasts to Spanish ...