Minotel Sauce Zaragoza

... streets and some clear and sane mind, we found a camping site to park our RV in spend a night....<br><br>I found Zaragoza very quiet town. It's got a big cathedral and a square in front of it, statue of Goya and few other nice things.<br><br>But at night it's completely different. Lots of people on the streets, bars start filling at 7 p.m. and are full until 3 a.m. So, for us it was - Party time!!!<br>

... have to work quite hard to have a little better quality of life, and have to work incredibly hard to get what is only an incrementally better quality of life. He basically stated that you have to work like a dog, and even then, it's almost impossible to attain that high level of quality of life. He's quite content where he is in life, which I can understand - life is good, and the Spanish senoritas are in abundance. Who could ask for anything more? <br>

... us from the sun. When it comes out, it is very hot.<br><br>We are in cattle and pig country, we sure can smell it all along. We do have the air on open windows wide! We stopped at a gas station to get a slurpee, it was closed so had to walk across the highway to the station there to get a couple of pop. No slurpees here! We see a couple of huge statues of bull cows on hill tops and interesting signs ...

Boring long day on the A23, highest col 1223m.<br> <br>Looking for aire in Zaragoza when Brits James, Clare and Katie in their motorhome took us under their wing to the park they'd already stayed in. Left over from 2008 water based expo, with typically spanish rusty iron "sculpture".<br><br>35 degree C until light shower cooled us all off.<br><br>Bren washed her hair in the public drinking fountain, starting a trend with the other family.

... That day was Kirsten's 22nd Birthday so had a great evening with our cook group on dinner so didn't plan the very well, so Ian, Sarah and Ben &amp; I made Falafels which was Ian and mine first time for eating these which were great. Also we had cake and balloons and Ian bought me a stuffed toy Donkey from the Marjane so he is now the truck mascot (nicknamed Donk, so if you see photos of a stuffed Donkey its Donk) he sits at the front window of the back of truck. We then headed ...

... mid meeting?? well i suppose variety is the spice of life. Anyway, Madrid... man leaving there was hard, its seems strange but when i left London i didn't go through half the emotions that i felt as i was getting into doing things for the (again) "last" time in Madrid. i suppose its because when i left London for how much i loved to live there i knew that it had a life expectancy, you can do almost anything in that city and we definitely did, but for how much fun it was to ...

We said goodbye to our wonderful host Sylvia in Guadalahara. The morning light and warmth felt like late May back home. We took to the A2/E90 heading NE towards Zaragoza. One hour later we turned off the highway to visit an old Roman fort on the top of a mountain with a spectacular view, Mendinacellini. Structures ...

... started by spending a long time gazing at Aljaferia Palace, which I had actually already passed several times walking to and from the train station. It was originally built at the Moorish Muslims who ruled here at the dawn of the second Millennium. Zaragoza served as capital to one of the many taifa or petty Islamic kingdoms, that ruled most of the peninsula following the collapse of the Caliphate of Cordoba. Time for another little tangent. Basically, the ...

... wonderful. When I got dressed up to go out my parents told me I looked pretty and my host mother reached over and fixed my eyeliner-it was really cute. They kept reminding me to be careful and not to leave with los romanos (still not positive what they are but I know they're "bad"). I also met a Spanish boy last night named Paco. He asked me "quires lear con migo?" which basically means do you want to leave and make-out. I said didn't understand but okay and made ...

... by John's family at a local restaurant in Lodosa. The big wedding will take place at 18:00 (11AM Houston) on Saturday, Sep 30, 2006, which coincidentally will also be the wedding anniversary of Marta's parents. As the hours draw closer to the big day, more of Marta and John's friends are arriving, and the energy, exhilaration, and ebullience are all easily felt in the air. Like in a dream which mesmerized Don Quixote, I feel entranced in this special, peaceful town in northern Spain.