All done. Two glorious months exploring and enjoying Spain and Portugal have ended. Spain kindly let us leave in miserable wet weather so that we didn’t mourn the fact that we were going away from sunshine. That makes six wet days in total.
So what have I learned?
That blog writing can be stressful when wifi is unreliable, but it has helped me look at all the lovely things I’ve seen with different eyes and has been a great reminder of places we’ve visited.
That I am rubbish at navigating anyone anywhere.
I pack too many clothes
Tea tastes best made with Bristol water
TV is easy to do without…..as long as you have decent radio/iPlayer and DVDs
It’s nice to be home.
Hope you’ve enjoyed travelling with Jan Man and Van. More next trip???!!!!
We have been lucky enough to visit some fabulous beaches all along the coastline of Spain and Portugal. Some were small coves, others wide expanses of sand or pebbles. We’ve seen them fringed by trees, boulevards, rugged cliffs and dunes. Sometimes there were big waves (Atlantic) and smaller ones that tickled the shore on the Mediterranean. We didn’t spend a lot of time on some of them , it was often a chilly wind that put us off, although it became warmer as the days went by. So we reached Cambrils and it seems to be my perfect spot. Which is saying something. A wide boulevard and cycle track, traffic free, palm trees complete with green parakeets line the edge of the beach. There is even a roman villa to look at. (Mind you, from a distance as the site only opens to visitors on Saturday afternoons! ) It has been warm almost hot and sunny and I swam in the sea.
However. On the north coast of Spain we discovered Zumaia, which is a world famous UNESCO site which I’d never heard of! Speaking as a geographer and geology student that’s a huge omission…..it appears! The coast shows a cliff made up of lots of layers, standing on end – due to the crash of the Iberian plate into the European one( trying not to be too teachery here) which look like slim volumes in a library. Evidence within these slim ‘chapters’ show key events in world history, such as the point in time where the north and south poles swopped places; evidence of a surge of iridium from a catastrophic meteor landing in the Yucutan peninsula and wiping out the dinosaurs! Wow. Really interesting if you like that kind of thing.
We took a detour to see Burgos, another key cathedral city on The Santiago de Compostela pilgrim route. Slightly further south than the last route we followed, populated by – yes, you’ve guessed it- dozens if not hundreds of walkers along the route. Lots of Chinese ‘pilgrims ‘ too, clearly enjoying the whole experience, sore feet permitting, posing with any and every Spanish innkeeper along the way. It is a heck of a walk and I admire them all, especially the older walkers. Brilliant work! Mike threatened to throw me out of the Van so I could get the whole experience but I dug my heels(nails, buttocks) into the seat and declined.
So, on to Burgos and why we were bewildered. The Cathedral is enormous . Probably the largest we’ve seen and it is FULL of gilt and effigies. Trying to put myself in the shoes of people coming to visit in the days when ‘media ‘was probably only word of mouth and pictures on the wall, this place would have been terrifying and wonderful all at the same time. Many statues depict scenes of people in their death throws, agonised expressions on faces and lots of blood. Gory. Then the Holy scenes with doleful facial expressions and only the faintest glimmer of a smile. To be a believer was serious and scary business. Happiness doesn’t feature. El Cid is buried there (Charlton Heston in the superb film of yesteryear). I was permitted to take photos- often you’re not inside churches- and took loads. Here is a selection…….more by request or under sufferance if I invite you to ‘look at my holiday snaps’!
We stopped for a Afternoon Tea and Cake. It was an olde tea shoppe with a charming olde gentleman dispensing delicious cakes and very decent tea . Yum. And you can see, I am still part of the tour!
Statue of El Cid in the city centre. Below, to show the context of his time is a statue showing the hatred of the Moors…..graphic or what?
And last but not least, my favourite painting. What a great expression! It’s how I look waiting for wonky wifi to upload my pictures for these posts………..
Since the ‘Rose’ story and the fact that I (Jan) appear in very few photos , there is a rumour circulating that this blog is actually being written by Mike. Shame on you all. Just because I said something nice………..
Great name for a place. It’s in Aragon and we visited the palace where Catherine grew up- she’s Catalina over here, and there is a huge family tree on one wall showing her marriage to ‘Arturo Tudor’ and then ‘Enrique VIII d’Inglaterra’ . Sounds so much better in Spanish! She must have been very sad to leave this lovely palace, coming to a damp and chilly England. The palace was built by the Moors and is light and airy and beautifully decorated with carvings. There is a central courtyard with orange trees, flowers and plants and of course, running water, fed from ingenious plumbing systems burrowed down to the water table so the palace never suffered from drought. The main well is open to peer into. Believe me it’s a very long drop!
Isn’t it lovely?
The rest of Zaragoza is also worth seeing. The romans were here- always a good sign, Caesar Augustus is mentioned all over. There is an amphitheater (closed that day-!) and it’s being carefully looked after. There is street sculpture of all kinds, scary bishop to hobby horse. ….
When we drew up to our pitch in the Ronda campsite, I found a single, long stemmed, beautiful deep red rose in a cellophane wrap alongside. There was no evidence to suggest it had blown away from anyone else’s pitch as there were so few vans around. I surmised that my lovely husband had contacted interflora, got them to deliver a single red rose to a campsite up a mountain and leave it at an unplanned site for me to find. What a hero.
As with travel to most of Europe, as soon as I start to speak in my best Spanish (!) people respond mostly in English. Hey ho. At least I’m trying. Sign language and waving hands works well enough when neither of us can speak in a common tongue. It can be slow and a bit frustrating but mainly you can ‘get by’. Official notices can be confusing, then you get the blinding obvious……
Sharing a shower
Not just the usual spiders and creepy crawlers, but an orange winged moth yesterday and a whole family of House Martins. Mum and Dad popping back and forth with food and a number of chicks to feed. Sorry! Didn’t have a camera
We were sitting having a coffee and planning our route through Valencia when we were distracted by the persistent noise of clacking. I assumed it was a stall or shop selling children’s toys. Then a bevy of young girls beautifully dressed in traditional costumes went past, and I realised they were the clacking culprits as they wore castanets. Then more fancy dressed, clacking children went past. Then more. Then more. I decided to follow them, dragging a reluctant Man in my wake. He hadn’t downloaded the paper so had nothing to read. Grumpy? Nah…..Anyway, he was even more overjoyed to discover it was a dance festival! Yay! I fought my way through the grannies and aunties to see the spectacle. There must have been about 500 children in costume (with castanets of course) a live band and a packed, expectant audience. Trouble was I was 30 minutes too early and that meant Man has to sit and wait…..NOW he’s grumpy. Did I stay to enjoy the spectacle? You betcha. Any coordination of so many children is worth a watch and it all went off very smoothly and bang on time. Smiley faces all round.
The City itself is worth spending time in. We don’t have enough. Here are some of our photos to give you a flavour of what we saw. In the square, once the children’s dance show had been cleared away, preparations were being made for a different sort of dance session in the evening, more blues and pop. Testing the sound system in the drowsy warmth of the afternoon, the ‘roadies’ played Pink Floyd’s Comfortably Numb. Good choice, I thought as I licked my ice cream and soaked up the rays. Then a plug fell out or something because the amplifier went into mega loud mode, playing that deep and penetrating buzz ……pandemonium! Children shrieking, people leaping to their feet and everyone very tense for a moment until we worked out what it was and that although loud, was benign . The police on the scene reacted in a very relaxed way, strolling around looking cool. Or disinterested. Peace restored.
Saw some interesting graffiti on the walls. My alter ego seems to be standing in a paella pan. Mike says I have some way to go to get a big enough platform for tassels like those. Don’t know whether to be huffy about that or not.