Barcelona concluded with an excellent and cheap meal on the Pl. Reial at Les quinze nits, and unfortunately with my leaving my backpack there and having to backtrack 30 minutes each way to retrieve it. Ooops. Good meal though. Unfortunately during that backtrack Brazil managed to blow it for their worst finish since I have […]
My birthday, for lack of a more articulate word, sucked. The draconian imposition of siesta hours is cute at first but when one has a night train to catch when restaurants are opening and cannot get a decent meal… rrgh. Oh yeah, that and the ketchup. The Alhambra was nice again, of course. We did […]
a few minutes ago, walking down the streets of Granada, I got splashed–all over, wearing khakis–with ketchup from above. I think that should tell you all you need to know.
The Sevilla night bus was stinky and miserable as could be expected, and then we got kicked out of the bus station for 15 minutes because it wasn’t open yet… insult added to injury. After the city woke up I introduced Alana to chocolate con churros and we found our hostal, miraculously equipped with a […]
OK, so after a decent meal and the crazy Holland x Portugal match last night, and some late night walking, I think we are patched up for a few more days of 24/7 friction-building travel. We we neither the first in bed nor the first up at the hostel, which was gratifying. Ran into the […]
We are in Madrid. It is still here. Saw most of the paseos/Gran VÃa/Plaza Mayor type stuff yesterday and today went to the Prado and walked far too far in the Retiro park. Things have hit a new low as far as the not getting deathly sick of being around each other 24/7 but there […]
