Hotel Alfonso Viii Cuenca

... with the various statues around town. <br><br> My general assessment of Madrid is just what the title says. During the week it's generally pretty mild, with not much of anything to do, but when the weekend comes you better be ready to fight your way to the bar and party your ass off. The next days of the week were quite mild with not much to do, we ran out of our reserve of tourist sights and resigned ourselves to talking a bit and making our ...

... on finit par le faire griller (vers 16-18 hrs), avant de le laisser refroidir sur le comptoir (fin de soiree) et de deposer les restes dans le congelateur (nuit)... On gele le matin, on a trois epaisseurs (les seules que l'on ait) et a 16heures, on espererait ne rien avoir... *** Je ne sais pas si les Portugais et surtout les Espagnols ont compris le but des noms de rue... et au Portugal des ...

... decente abierta durante todo el día. El resto eran un par de bares un tanto "indeseables", aunque el "Lonely Planet" los considera muy typical Spanish (no tienen ni idea...). Aún así, cuenca puso un buen fin a nuestra aventura pues, como hemos experimentado en muchas ocasiones, la lluvia te ayuda a parar, pensar y a darte carrerilla para empezar de nuevo. Esta vez será haciendo el camino de vuelta a casa.

... suggested that we´d asked for a gallon of petrol. After a brief debate around the semantics we settled for soup. Cuenca is famous for its ´hanging houses´ made necessary by the decision to build the town on the top of a big rock. It was this big rock that we were now walking up, the lactic acid build-up in my calves making me reconsider whether a constant diet of Jamon Serrano y queso, was entirely healthy ...

Left Madrid on Dec. 27 and headed for Cuenca. There was suppose to be these hanging houses. More like houses slightly over the edge of the rock face than hanging. Cuenca is a small town but there were some cool museums and buildings. On the 29th when we left Cuenca and got the train to Valencia where we encountered an ...

... but cold, and to our surprise it started snowing. We decided not to pay the entrance fee for the enchanted city (a rock garden described as the not-so-enchanted city) and instead played in the snow. Chantal had some childish vision of this place (which I think turned out to be another town altogether) and wanted us to drive in over the bridge, but we came from the ugly side and got lost. It really was an ...

... in the black-markets. In fact some Chinese students were put on electric chairs after spending so much money, patience and courage in order to watch one. And then, I paid a little amount of money to this hostal for bed and shower, and those very explicit programmes were included in the price, with no cops watching. I was watching it for a while but finally got bored and went to bed. C'est la vie...now I understand why my friends often ...

... front door was locked so I spoke through the interphone in Spanish; - Hi, is there any single room for tonight? A woman's voice answered. - Yes, for 25 euro. - Is it? It's VERY expensive! - Oh well, how is it at 15, then? I was stunned by the immediate 40% discount. I was silent for a while but I decided to go further, - Well, it's good. But would it be any cheaper if I stayed for 3 nights? - 3 nights ...