Bilbao
Bilbao was all about the Guggenheim.
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Picos de Europa
It’s time for more mountains!
Up the Mountain Down
Don’t do what we did. After driving for a few hours, the last stretch of it through windy roads and on the edge of a mountain, we stumbled out of the car and sat down to have lunch. And then we had a little stroll, and a little look at the mountain, and a perused the gift shop. And only at that point did we realise that the queue for the cable car was two hours long. So you know, when you go to Fuente Dé (and you really should go there), go straight to the ticket counter and buy your ticket.
Salamanca
I don’t think I mentioned it yet, but every time I’ve thought of the city of Segovia in the last few months, a certain kind of music has blasted itself triumphantly into my head. ‘Hail, hail Segovia, land of the free and brave!’ I’m not sure where exactly the music comes from, but my faulty memory wants to narrow it down to either The Princess Diaries (hail hail Genovia?), or something from the Marx Brothers. Possibly it’s a combination of the two? Anyway. In my entirely-sane-and-together head, Salamanca doesn’t have a theme song. Which I guess is another point against Salamanca*. (*I don’t know if you’ve heard, but they also don’t have an aqueduct).
Malta, briefly
I’m gonna take a quick pause in the ‘journey through Tapas-land’ to give a photovoyage of last-last weekend’s journey to Malta.
Segovia
Segovia is all about that aqueduct. As you come into town (providing I guess, you come from the right direction), you’re hit in the face with its staggering ginormousity. BAM!
Valladolid
Valladolid. Valladolid. Valladolid. It took us three days (plus four years of knowing Mercedes) to work out how to pronounce the name of the city we were in.
A short stay in Madrid
Last summer, Andy and I made a trip to the far north, visiting old Australian friends in Sweden, and then travelling with them down to Riga, Latvia. We enjoyed it. Immensely. And decided that we should make a habit of taking a long-ish holiday in the Summer that would allow us to relax while seeing a chunk of some region or another.
Jerusalem
I’ve been to Jerusalem once before this trip. Andy and I visited the old city for half a day back in 2013. But I never wrote a post about it. And I’m wondering now if it’s because the old city makes me kind of nervous.
The Dead Sea is Salty. The Desert is Beautiful.
Hey guys. I’ve done it. I’ve officially swum in the Dead Sea. Of course, by ‘swim’ I mean more ‘floated awkwardly and painfully’. But still. It HAS been done. And I can happily and confidently say, that I never ever ever want to do it again. But more on that later. First. The Desert.