Hotel Santemar Santander

... swift action resulted in them being relocated underneath the van, despite the protestations of Lymºs board, which proceeded to lash out and cause him bodily harm about the head. (A: ha ha ha !!) However, all is forgiven and we all lived to surf another day.<br>

A very pretty (cobbled alleyways, olde worlde stylee, cows in a field with not only udders, but also tuneful bells which, when youºve got a dozen, made quite a din a la Mike Oldfield) little town, unlike the campsite which was essentially a sodden piece of grass, for which we were charged Euro 22, for the pleasure of a night's shut-eye. <br>

Leaving San Sebastian behind we drove to Santander to spend the night. With nothing more then the car, no place to stay and no plan. As luck turns out we found a cheap Pension to stay at, and ate in their quaint little restaurant, treated to warm hospitality, good food, and free Grappa and Lemonchelo

... English, they really couldn't respond. It was a bit amusing, because apparently in Spain, speaking quite a bit of English actually means not very much. So we switched back to Spanish. <br><br>Being Spanish architecture students, the conversation eventually turned to Gaudi, Spain's most famous architect, and then to Calatrava, probably Spain's most renowned architect at the moment. The subject of him designing the new pedestrian bridge in Calgary ...

... overlooking the beach in El Sardinero, then returned to the pension to change for the beach. I picked up a ****** little beach mat and realized how poor quality it was - it'll probably disintegrate after just a few uses, which shouldn't be a problem as there won't be that much beach time on this trip. <br><br>The beach was great, and was nice and hot when the sun wasn't hidden behind the clouds. The clouds were shifting and changing ...

... did end up forgiving the waitress for her rudeness, because she was a typical Spanish cutie. I also forgave the salesgirls from Springfield, as well :) <br><br>After lunch, I headed to the bus station. Burgos was nice to visit but like Leon, there's not much to draw me back. I'm still glad I came, because I first heard of the town from a couple of American students staying at my hostel the second time I was in San Sebastian. They were in Spain ...

... s paddling pool filled<br>with liquid chocolate. No really! Now, it's easy to think that this<br>is simply some rant about what goes down as a fun weekend in deep<br>Spain but the real surprise is that when back in the studio the<br>conversation between the panellists focusses on the disingenuous<br>nature of the advert (picture enclosed) which sports a, shall we say<br>porno-lookalike leading to disappointment amongst the fee-paying<br>public when they happen ...

Monday 11th May 2009<br><br><br><br> And so it begins. Woke this morning, and a multitude of times through the night, to the sweet symphony of snooring in the recling seat lounce aboard the dreamliner Pont Aven. Imagine a Hells Angels meet cascading into your left ear with your right ear pressed against the gates of hell and you have a rough idea of the sounds i was greeted into the day by ...

... to a person in front of them. The letter is the one written by the man in robes to the invading Spanish telling them to get the heck out. The letter reaches the center of the monument which lookes like a firework went off. It is a half circle coming up from the ground about ten feet altogether. On it are long spikes reaching up to the sky in all directions. The spikes are designed to look like they went straight up through rock, because there are pieces of the rock stuck on the spikes ...

... scheduled companions. At the port I wandered around vaguely, with the 'Officino Turismo' being no more than an abandoned room with an old poster of a beach somewhere clinging sadly to one wall. I was a little bit indecisive about what to do when I spotted an American girl pointing at a map and asking directions in broken Spanish from a disinterested shop-keeper. I went and looked over her ...