Hotel Palacios Alfaro

Calahorra or as it was known during the roman empire Calagurris is a small town in La Rioja, we stop just to have lunch, refuel and a quick view of the city. You can stop there is just touching the highway and the food and drink is good in most places, you can also have a relaxing walk for its streets.

... got killed in the bull fighting, which we didn't bother going to, as not only was it expensive, I didn't really want to go in and watch the bulls get killed. Once everyone reached the bull ring including all the bulls, the fun began. They shut the gates to the bull ring and then let out one younger bull at a time, these bulls might have been younger but they were still huge, and that's when the excitement began with the bull running around knocking guys off their ...

... hazing" during the trip. All of the new additions were given costumes to make us look like a Roman royal guard or something - trash bag for armor, plastic helmets and swords, etc. We were told to protect the queen, aka our coach, who had to wear a pink dress and tiara. It was really funny, and helped pass the time on the long bus ride up there. On the way home, we sang rugby songs - the other Americans and I tried to teach ...

Passed over the Pyrenees (spectacular views) into Spain by the west coast which the Patrol managed OK despite shed loads of black smoke. Stayed about 15 miles South West of Pamplona near Puerte la Reina. Puerta la Reina is very small and reminded me of Kirkby Lonsdale. Watched mock Bull fighting in Puerte la Reina. About a dozen young men climbed in a makeshift bull ring and took it in turns to place a ...

... clothing somewhat more) all day and all night. Every bus driver, every person having coffee, and every tourist. It is a bit scary. 2. Go to the kick-off party. I don't really have photos because I knew better than to bring my camera because it is a wine-pouring-on-each-other, wine-throwing, wine-drinking, wine-sharing, dancing, jumping up and down, singing and otherwise letting-loose-a-thon, which leads to all-day drinking and generally getting dirtier, drunker, and dirtier. don't ...

Well i was only here for one day due to unforseen cercumstances, but man WHAT A PARTY. Unfortuantly i dont have meny photos because my camera was missplaced, but there are some photos somewhere with some ecudorian girls and my friend ben, so if i ever recieve them this page will be updated with cooler pictures

... below would catch them - which is apparently a particularly foolhardy tradition of the festival. Whilst this was going on drinks were flying through the air, bottles smashing on the ground and buckets of cheap whiskey poured on the mass from balconies overhead. No wonder we saw a few injuries. By mid afternoon we'd gravitated to the ...

... while. We made it to the train station in good time for the 12:30pm train, sauntered up to the counter: ´Two tickets to Pamplona please!´. The ticket seller gave a non-chalant shrug of his shoulders as only gallic people can and replied ´there is a train strike today, next train is 12am tonight´. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Deep breaths! We walked away with dejected looks, and tried to figure out what the hell to do next. Fortunately, I decided to go back and ask again. ´Do you think we can go to ...

... Pedroam, y yo fuimos a un bar para ver el partido de fútbol--Osasuna jugó contra Villareal. Unfortunamente, Osasuna perdió (parece que cada partido que he visto últimamente...el equipo que quiero que gane...perdió) pero, por supuesto lo pasó bien y nos gusta ver el partido.

... the Christmas holiday. [Una foto de la mesa llena con galetas, té, y velas de navidad. En Alemania, hay un costumbre para encender una vela cada domingo hasta la fiesta de navidad.] Here we all are after having our fill of cookies and tea!! Left to Right: Caroline,Mareicke, Jessica, Miranda, and I [Estamos después de estamos llenas con galetas y té!]