Hostal Milmarcos 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 ...

... hostel, to use the internet for a bit. Sitting next to me was this cute Spanish senorita, who ended up not even being a Spanish senorita. Funny how I was constantly trying to sneak a better peek, but couldn't without being too obvious, given that I was sitting right next to her. So all of a sudden she goes "Where exactly are you from?" Surprising, because given my appearance, not many make the immediate assumption that I speak any Spanish, and funny ...

June 14, Sunday

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.

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.

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.

... us to a carpet shop where we looked at carpets and had mint tea, no body bought anything and the sales men got very grumpy and pretty much made us leave, at this stage we thought we had lost our guide as he wasn't happy as didn't get his commission from lunch also no commission from carpets so we thought he'd done a runner, but we finally found him Chris and Gary asked if he can take us to a local market so we can buy food for dinner, but we managed to somehow get back to the ...

... 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.

... to be ridiculous. I must say-I do fear for my life. Sr. Morse said that all of us have to be in our houses by 9pm on Saturday because it could be sooo dangerous. It freaks me out. My friend, Ryan, and I are supposed to have study session for Literatura and he told me that I have to come to him because (he's African-American and) he literally fears for his life. He told me that he wasn't leaving his house from tomorrow after school until Monday for class. It should be interesting...

Lodosa, ESPAÑA Monday, Sep. 25, 2006 I woke up at 5:15AM under gray skies and a cold September drizzle in Paris. Making my way across town to the airport, I noticed that even in the autumn rain, the capital of France still retained its elegant charm on a wet Monday morning. The blushing illumination of the wide boulevards, the golden leaves scattered on the streets, the damp neoclassical facades lining Boulevard de Courcelles, the Eiffel Tower draped in a misty haze, the ...