Hotel Peninsular Cartagena

The day as finally arrived to begin our 6 month break, away from the damp, wet climate of Mid Wales. The plan is to drive from here to Portsmouth to catch the Pride of Bilbao ferry bound for Bilbao, a journey that takes about 36 hours. The only part to worry about is the crossing across the ...

... in sweat by the time I got back to the ship. It was hot out, I had 9 liters of wine I was carrying, and it was about 2 miles from the supermarket to the ship.<br><br>Jacqui had spent the morning in the spa so we met back in the room when I got back to the ship and had showered off. Then we went back out and walked around the downtown area again. By that time, everything had already closed for Siesta. I&#8217;m still not sure why we stopped in Cartagena at all&#8230;

... no choice we planned to cycle 5 miles down the motorway to get to the next town (no other option mum, blame the Spanish for poor project management and wasting money on statues of imaginary people)<br><br>Highlights: <br>We asked someone watering there garden for water and she took us into her house and gave us threee unopened botttles of mineral water.<br><br>we made lemonade from liberated lemons and water.<br><br>Lowlights:<br>The lemonade tasted like ****<br>

Last night we went to a spanish beach bar which was right on the beach no English people were there and non of the bar staff spoke English which i really like! I like to see a country from the locals no touristy areas.<br><br>Today we went to the Puerto de Mazzron in the day we got a bus down which was half hour late! We went to a restaurant which we had previously been ...

... all the back roads which were terrible and really bad and bumpy. We arrived on the port and went to a pub which was run by an English women, stayed there for one drink and then went for a walk there was a spanish punch and judy show (In spanish) we stood and watch that for ten minutes! It was strange because it was 11:15pm and there was spanish kids everywhere still up and it was packed ...

... selling these long things which looked like long thick chips. I wasnt that good at spanish to ask what they were so i just went a pointed saying una! She said Ingles and i said yes she gave me one portain( six sticks) and i put sugar on them as i saw other people doing<br><br>They were very nice it was like donut dough in a long stick which was fried, I later found out by my nan that they were called Churrioes.<br><br>Then we went back layed by the pool that night we had dinner at me nans.

... and grandad for dinner. It was a bit to early still very hot and much people didnt go out for dinner untill 10pm but went to a spanish restaurant and i had difficulty understanding the menu. We all ordered Pollo Y En Salada which is chicken and Salad.<br><br>It cam with flat potatoe and a really nice salad and the chicked was very tasty but a bit greasy but i really enjoyed it then we had a couple of drinks in the spanish bar . <br><br> <br>

One may think that with the trouble we had in getting here, we weren't meant to be here. There was a fire on another train aheadd of us, and we were delayed by 2 hours. Then our train was having problems and we had to transfer to another train. All in all we arrived in Murcia at 12:45am, 4 hours late, but very excited to see Javier, Carmen and still waiting to see the girls who got up and went to school while we still slept.

... artefacts from the theatre and from the period. A model of the original theatre is also on display. We returned to the ship at about 13:00 so that Emily could have an afternoon nap, that, as I recall, her parents enjoyed quite a great deal as well. We awoke for Catholic Mass at 17:00 and then went to dinner in the main dining room. The evening show was The ...

One day trip that the exchange group took all together was to Cartagena, the place where my madre was born and raised. We started the day with a climb up the tower that overlooks the port and the city itself. The tower was ridiculously high, but I was more amazed by the view of the Spanish ruins. In the midst of the city we could see the first church created in southern Spain and the remains of a Roman colosseum. Both stuck out among the other buildings, and both held my attention ...