Hotel Foxa Valladolid
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... a stroll in to town and took a few pics of the convent and other historic buildings. Of course we had to try the recommended tapas bars although I had to draw a line at sampling the octopus! We found a lovely local ceramic artist and we purchased a mirror from him. It's yellow and has a long stemmed flower down each side. I’ll take a pic and post probably when get home as we’ve already stuffed it someone, hopefully, safe. Headed back to camp and sampled the lemon beer at ...
The roads get busier and busier as the Raven heads south. And then as we approach Bayonne the whole thing comes to a shuddering halt. The queues seem to go on for miles. The Raven does his bit, weaving in and out of the lanes, but it's hard going. There are some occasional free stretches but there are massive queues to get into all the bottle-neck peage stations. Guy reaches Spain late in ...
... death's sake. Anyway, his hopes went unfulfilled, and he died in Spain.
It is interesting what €3 can buy. I say this because we spent that amount at two different museums--the Casa de Cervantes and the Casa-Museo de Colón. However, the first one was a complete waste of money. Yes, it seemed that the place was outfitted in an early 1600s style, but it seemed that the curator couldn't care less about people learning ...
... a Mexican food feast for dinner, aka burritos. We finally got back to Lindsey and Heike's apartment around 10 to start making dinner. Our burritos turned out very good and we had a good time celebrating! I got home around 2:30 and slept quite nice till 11. I went and ran some errands on Saturday and enjoyed the nice afternoon. For some reason, I was really exhausted on Sunday, so I didn't do much. Maybe it was because time changed? I ...
... so we went with Lindsey's roommate, Heike, and went there for a little over an hour. Her friends mentioned there was going to be a jazz concert the following night, so we decided we were going to go check it out Friday night.
Friday: Lindsey and I both didn't want to get up for class today, but we still went. We got to our class, and after about 20 minutes, our professor still hadn't showed up. At SDSU, if the professor is more than 15 minutes late, there's an ...