Residencia Sant Jordi Tarragona
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... beer we tried to figure out if it was a freebie or not. Amanda thought that they'd charge us and I thought it should be on the house as they'd offered, I guess we'd find out later. Sunday May 10th Amanda was right, the tight **** jocks had charged us, they probably only charge the English though. We loaded up the car again, hit the motorway and drove the other two hundred miles to Tarragona. We arrived, checked in and then hit the beach. It was only a five minute walk to ...
... my friend's bed that was broken, and the refrigerator door that didn't close, but we got the owner to come out and fix/replace these
things. Starting to feel like my home away from home.
Its all been a learning experience, to say the least!
Most of the pictures from this post are from a tour I went on with other Erasmus students of Tarragona last weekend. It's definitely a cool city filled with history!
... as planned. We intended to go to Avignon, wander its antique streets, visit the palace of the popes, and stand on the famous pont d'Avignon - où l'on y danse, l'on y danse) - and that's exactly what we did. We intended to spend a day in Arles, visit the antiquities and follow in the footsteps of Van Gogh - and that's exactly what we did. We planned to spend a couple of mornings at local markets and take at least one leisurely bike ride along small ...
... to make an awkward scene of returning to the tapas place, we went in search of a cafe or bakery that had points and hopefully something good for lunch. One place had power points but the woman who worked there yelled something in Spanish to us that sounded like we weren't allowed to use it. Finally we found a small bakery, plugged Sverre's phone in and had a mediocre lunch of salami baguette. After lunch, we went to the post office so that Sverre could post ...
... I ended up on some wild path in the city with no English speakers around. After some helpful directions by a non-English speaking tourist I found myself back on one of the main streets and walked up and down for a little while looking for the Casa Batllo. Upon spotting some delicious tarts in a café window I decided to have a break and indulge my tastebuds.
This was no normal café, it was a café that morphed into a furniture store. You could buy any piece you wanted. ...