Hotel Rio Arga
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We meet for breakfast at 8:30am and realise the sun doesn't rise until 8:30am, so bizarre that it’s depressing. Can you imagine starting work when it’s still black outside at 8am? Anyways, we enjoy breakfast together, head back up to our rooms, pack our bags and meet back down in the foyer. We don’t check out until 12pm so we decide to leave our bags in our rooms and come back for them.
We go and walk around the town, towards the ...
... we hadn’t had time to eat just yet.
It’s a long drive and we arrive into Zaragoza around 7pm-ish. We dump our bags into our hotel rooms and head straight out for dinner. We have a light dinner and then decide to walk around town and we discover this huge palace/church that was out of this world. It didn’t take us long to admire Spain and realise how much of an Infant Australia is in comparison to this place. The streets are lined ...
... were in Toledo because during his time, King Phillip II hated El Greco, and did not hire him to work on El Escorial, the largest volume of commissions at the time in Madrid. 250 years later people love El Greco, but in his own time he was considered unskilled and distasteful by many. Our tour ended around 2pm, and then we had a little free time to eat and explore the city. Toledo is a very small town, so that was plenty of time. I ate a typical tapa, called Bomba. It is a lightly ...
... Estonia was my favourite, as I had to take my Russian kids round the other two countries.
He saw my crash helmet and said he would open the gate for me to get my bike in, that was good for me, but not all the people sitting outside that had to move for me to get up the alley.
Washed all my gear, had a beer, watched a great live band, and no one else checked in so i had a ...
... in the countryside to the north. As the bus to their flat meanders through the city centre, I pass endless reminders of my year here in 2007-2008. Tenor Fleta, Martín Martín, la Romareda. These are all words that used to be part of daily vocabulary that had slipped into the recesses of my brain alongside things like contents insurance, The Price is Right and the Mini Milk. In truth I'm quite ...