Spain in 5 days

Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
Trip End Ongoing

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Wednesday, March 9, 2005

The Story

A friend of ours from Australia, Zonth, was skiing in Italy, and when he said he had five days spare, we all quickly bought some tickets from RyanAir, to meet in Spain as he had never been there


Lucy and I flew in and had a look around the old part of town as we had hours before Zonth arrived. Like most places in Europe, the new city was shit, but the old city was amazing. Very old, and very amazing. Cathedral was good and then it was time to meet up. We grabbed Zonth, and went for dinner, Rioja, before retiring for the night


We drove south to Taragonna as it was the old Roman capital of Spain, so it was there to be seen. We parked the car, grabbed a room, and then hit it hard. The Amphitheatre was good, the old hippodrome area was huge, including the towers that were still upright. One of the towers was covered in chicken wire, to stop pigeons from nesting, and it had managed to catch six of them, which were then left to slowly decay away. A few more ruins before we had a couple bottles of Rioja again for dinner


A colleague at work, Maxi, who is from Spain had stated that Zaragoza is a good place to visit. As there was an old Roman aqueduct to see along the way, we decided to go there. Now the map says to go one way, the Lonely Planet, says another way, while a chain smoking girl in a servo, said something different. So, after driving around in circles for an hour, we headed for Zaragoza instead. Here is a cathedral which used to be a mosque, right down to the four minarets. There is a pillar which has something to do with the big V, or Mary as some people know her as. Very disappointing. So we climbed a minaret, came down, jumped in the car, with Zonth breaking his virginity for driving on the wrong side of the road and on the wrong side of the car, and hit Barcelona. Found our hotel and had dinner. Rioja


This was our third time here, so we were kind of like tour guides. We hit Gaudi's Parc Guell. Now I had explained to Zonth that there are rumours that Gaudi had taken drugs to get his buildings looking like the way they were. Zonth, coming from a building background, was quite amazed at what he was seeing. To hard to explain, but drop some mushies and look at life and then you might understand. Photos were had, then we moved onto the jewel. The Sagrada Familia. Loads of changes had been made since the last time we were here. There was no interior in 98 but loads was going on. We climbed the tower as we were to tight and not American to use the lift and had a look around. After viewing, Zonth thought that Gaudi must have been on something harder than mushies !!! We left had lunch, Rioja, and then walked to his two houses. La Pedrera, where we climbed up to the roof, but one quarter of it was being closed for restoration. Once down, we complained about the price, asking for a quarter of our money back, but they ignored us. We walked down the road and found Casa Batllo. After the debacle of the last, we didn't go in, so we took the photos of the outside and went back to where we were staying to find a restaurant. Once found, dinner was Rioja


Unluckily for us, when arriving at La Scala, Zonth checked his itinerary and found that his plane was leaving earlier than he thought. So we had to get to the airport earlier than expected. Once at the airport, we had lunch, Rioja, and then said our goodbyes, until who knows when, he was on his way back to Australia, and we decided to go to some more Roman/Greek ruins up the road from Girona. Sant Martý D'Empừries was a huge site. First we hit the Greek stuff, then onto the Roman ruins. There was the base of a coliseum and some mosaics which were covered up, so sadly, we didn't get to see them. We were kicked out of there as it was closing, so we went back to Girona for dinner. Rioja


Being in Spain and catching up with Zonth was good, but, and there is always a but, everyone chain smokes to much for my liking and there is gossos everywhere, or in English, dog shit. It was so much like Paris !!! I also had a feeling that they kind of wanted to be like the Germans. Mullets everywhere but with a better dress sense. Our livers were happy to escape, but god I miss Rioja !!!!!
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