Sancho Ramírez Hotel
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... followed by a short musical chant and then repeated for the duration of the procession. We left the procession near our bus stop as the processioners headed back into the church to conclude their Saturday morning mass. Our bus arrived on time and headed toward Leon. Arriving at the train station (estacion de tren) just before 9:00, we went into the cafeteria (cerveceria) to have our favorite breakfast, while waiting for the ...
This is just side notes for myself,
Learned their parking system:
White Line: For Free all the time
Orange Line: Cheapest parking
Blue Line: Standard parking
Red Line: Most expensive
You will only need to pay for parking during their working hours, 8 - 14 and 18 to 22. The hours also depends on the city.
You will not need to pay for parking after 14 on Saturday and its always free on Sunday.
... on the gravely path approaching the city and chanting voicelessly St. Julian of Norwich's "All shall be well. All shall be well. And all manner of things shall be well." Which to me in this moment only seems to reinforce the fact that, all is most certainly not well now.
And I broke, again and again.So aware of all the absences- my parents, my siblings, Daniel, my friends, my country, of any ...
... San Fermin so decide to eat first. It is a menù so we pick three courses for 20 euros. Expensive even for here, but the menu looks good, so why not. I try to order the seafood paella, as does Heather, mine however comes out in the miscommunicated form of "degustation of products from Navarre" .. What ever that means. It looks rather frightening (Heather has the picture, I will add that later), but after some attempted communication with the waiter about ...
... rushing through my ears and my heart pounding in my chest. It was like no one else was around me - complete and utter focus.
I started to bounce on the balls of my feet, along with others around me. It was both to be prepared to run as well as try to see when the bulls were coming. But who was I kidding. At 5'4, I was probably the shortest person there.
I kept bouncing up and down, listening. Waiting.
The first rocket went off. ...