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15 Rome
19 Ferry to Montenegro
Sveti Stevan
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28 Ferry to Italy
29 Venice
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A12 return to England
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Day 14
1/11/10 Sevilla
We went to the garden and the tower and the spanish plaza and teh big cathedral and we went back to la carbonara for flamenco and we had fun much.
We went to the garden and the tower and the spanish plaza and teh big cathedral and we went back to la carbonara for flamenco and we had fun much.
Day 13 - Arcos, Sevilla
1/10/10
Slept in. Bought cupcakes (magdelenas) from a nun in her convent though a sliding window. It was cool and scary because we didn't understand what she was saying or what was going on. It was like a holy speakeasy in Spanish. She revolved her door with 4 different types of cookies. and we bought the cheapest of course.
then we had tea and cafe and apple tarts and a pasteleria and chatted with a Brit from Bedfordshire. Then we walked in the rain and peaked into the (usually closed) St Peters church as the town was flooding with parishioners headed to mass.
Later we stoped into Don Fernando's for a cerveza and foods. It is hard to figure out eating times in Spain. We are hungry a lot when they are not.
Then we went to Sevilla, I think
Slept in. Bought cupcakes (magdelenas) from a nun in her convent though a sliding window. It was cool and scary because we didn't understand what she was saying or what was going on. It was like a holy speakeasy in Spanish. She revolved her door with 4 different types of cookies. and we bought the cheapest of course.
then we had tea and cafe and apple tarts and a pasteleria and chatted with a Brit from Bedfordshire. Then we walked in the rain and peaked into the (usually closed) St Peters church as the town was flooding with parishioners headed to mass.
Later we stoped into Don Fernando's for a cerveza and foods. It is hard to figure out eating times in Spain. We are hungry a lot when they are not.
Then we went to Sevilla, I think
Day 12 - Ronda, Arcos
Ronda, Arcos 1/9/10
Tour bull ring. ate pastries that B hated. Drank Micky D's coffee. looked at old town, cool bridge.
bus to Arcos 1.30 - arrive 3.30.
hike up hill to hotel los olivos. walked around in cold rain. drank cruz camp
tourist offices in southern spain = not helpful.
everything closed after 2 on Saturday. no market anywhere.
ate more Cheetos, aqua and cerveza.
wandered. ate tapa - fish sausage, Roquefort, ham, mushrooms, potatoes meatballs. We had Cava from the in room bar on the top of the hotel and watch the sun set over the Spain plain (where I hear the rain mainly falls)
Tour bull ring. ate pastries that B hated. Drank Micky D's coffee. looked at old town, cool bridge.
bus to Arcos 1.30 - arrive 3.30.
hike up hill to hotel los olivos. walked around in cold rain. drank cruz camp
tourist offices in southern spain = not helpful.
everything closed after 2 on Saturday. no market anywhere.
ate more Cheetos, aqua and cerveza.
wandered. ate tapa - fish sausage, Roquefort, ham, mushrooms, potatoes meatballs. We had Cava from the in room bar on the top of the hotel and watch the sun set over the Spain plain (where I hear the rain mainly falls)
Day 11 - Chef- Tangier - Ronda
1/8/10
Long day. wake @ 7. eat 7:30. Bus 8:30. ride to tangier. long. Pretty. Arrive 11:30ish. taxi to Port. Buy ticket. Need to get more $ out. lady says 1:30 boat. We leave on the 12:30. Rough seas. Becca feels barfy. I drink beer. Arrive in tarifa. Bus to Algrecias. Passed by Gibraltar. Taxi to train station. No train to Ronda. Took bus. 3.45-5. Amazingly beautiful drive up to Ronda. Rivals hwy 1. seriously. Arrive in ronda. Freezing! find hotel polo. walk around town. It is on a cliff over looking a valley. we watch the backs of birds. walk down Orson wells st. and Ernest Hemingway rd. walk. no food until 9pm in Spain! Buy Cheetos and 40s and eat in room while watching flamenco dancing on TV. walk. freeze. eat at some place. yummy sangria, and bulls tail stew. B had Iberian pork. head home. stopped at cafe maestro where Hemingway and well went after bullfights. We hat hot chocolates. There was a guy in there drinking Bailey's after Baileys. When we were about to leave, a guy with Downs Syndrome walks in, lights up a cigarette and orders a drink.
Long day. wake @ 7. eat 7:30. Bus 8:30. ride to tangier. long. Pretty. Arrive 11:30ish. taxi to Port. Buy ticket. Need to get more $ out. lady says 1:30 boat. We leave on the 12:30. Rough seas. Becca feels barfy. I drink beer. Arrive in tarifa. Bus to Algrecias. Passed by Gibraltar. Taxi to train station. No train to Ronda. Took bus. 3.45-5. Amazingly beautiful drive up to Ronda. Rivals hwy 1. seriously. Arrive in ronda. Freezing! find hotel polo. walk around town. It is on a cliff over looking a valley. we watch the backs of birds. walk down Orson wells st. and Ernest Hemingway rd. walk. no food until 9pm in Spain! Buy Cheetos and 40s and eat in room while watching flamenco dancing on TV. walk. freeze. eat at some place. yummy sangria, and bulls tail stew. B had Iberian pork. head home. stopped at cafe maestro where Hemingway and well went after bullfights. We hat hot chocolates. There was a guy in there drinking Bailey's after Baileys. When we were about to leave, a guy with Downs Syndrome walks in, lights up a cigarette and orders a drink.
Day 10 - Chefchaouan
1/7/10
We had a great bread and goat cheese b-fast. Then hiked in the rain and over the flooded bridge to a ruined mosque. Two dogs followed us/lead the way. We called them Matt O'Brien and Matt Miller. Matt Miller liked to wander off and pee on things.
Then we hiked down the big hill to the bus station and bought tix for the bus the next day. We had lunch at some guys' place. Chez Romec. It took forever to get our food, because at we later found out, the cook/owner was camped in front of the TV watching soap operas.
In the Afternoon, we went to the Hammam. The bath. We were told that it was the thing to do. Here's the deal. I went into a room and laid on the warm floor and a naked guy threw scalding hot water on me and it hurt. Then he sat on me and twisted me like pretzel and it hurt. Then he slapped me very hard repeatedly and it hurt. Then he twisted me more and cracked my back, putting me in some wrestling move I remember from teh WWF in the 80's. Cool.
For Din we went back to Casa Hassan. More tajine with yummy soup.
We had a great bread and goat cheese b-fast. Then hiked in the rain and over the flooded bridge to a ruined mosque. Two dogs followed us/lead the way. We called them Matt O'Brien and Matt Miller. Matt Miller liked to wander off and pee on things.
Then we hiked down the big hill to the bus station and bought tix for the bus the next day. We had lunch at some guys' place. Chez Romec. It took forever to get our food, because at we later found out, the cook/owner was camped in front of the TV watching soap operas.
In the Afternoon, we went to the Hammam. The bath. We were told that it was the thing to do. Here's the deal. I went into a room and laid on the warm floor and a naked guy threw scalding hot water on me and it hurt. Then he sat on me and twisted me like pretzel and it hurt. Then he slapped me very hard repeatedly and it hurt. Then he twisted me more and cracked my back, putting me in some wrestling move I remember from teh WWF in the 80's. Cool.
For Din we went back to Casa Hassan. More tajine with yummy soup.
Day 9 - Fez - Chefchaouen
1/6/10
Breaky, took a jacuzzi bath, taxi and 11Am bus to Chefchaouen. Chef was cool. Everything is blue. Like the song. do debble da debble do. It was blue. We got there and had a long walk up a hill to Bab Souk gate and Casa Perlata. Nice place. We had some mint tea with the friendly and talkative Spanish hostess and her dog Lucy, who was neither friendly, no talkative. We had the most delish Chicken Tajine at Casa Hassan. It was some legit tajine in effect in the da house. Lots of people tried to sell us weeds.
Breaky, took a jacuzzi bath, taxi and 11Am bus to Chefchaouen. Chef was cool. Everything is blue. Like the song. do debble da debble do. It was blue. We got there and had a long walk up a hill to Bab Souk gate and Casa Perlata. Nice place. We had some mint tea with the friendly and talkative Spanish hostess and her dog Lucy, who was neither friendly, no talkative. We had the most delish Chicken Tajine at Casa Hassan. It was some legit tajine in effect in the da house. Lots of people tried to sell us weeds.
Day 8 - Fez
1/5/10
Fes
We woke up and had a fantastic, tasty breaky with bread and with little tortilla/pancakeys. There were 4, I repeat 4 different sauces in which we dipped our bread. There were figs, dates, goats cheese, OJ, omlettes, mint tea, and coffee.
Then we walked up to these old royal tombs that overlooked the claustropobic buildings and tangled, winding streets of the city. Fes is really like stepping back to the 14th century. On our way to the tombs we had to cross a freeway, wander through a trashy goat valley, and go up a billion steps. We passed a guy and a woman decked out in athletic gear running up and down the steps. There was an older guy with a stopwatch yelling at them. I imagined that they are part of the Morrocan Olympic talk and field team – 10 meter Tomb stair climb.
It was crazy windy at the top of the tomb hill. I could have jumped off the hill and glided around in circles like a flying squirrel if I wanted to. Serious.
We went back down and wandered around the medina. We saw they tannery. It was dozens of pools filled with dye to color leather products. It was a spectacle and smelled like poop. We watched all the workers for a while.
We ate at the super cool Clock Café – falafel, mint teas. Good super yums. Clock is in an old house and has cool things hanging on the walls and stuff.
We took a nap back at the palace then wandered some more. Saw trinkets and horses and poo and men in robes that look like star wars guys, and chickens and mosques and calculators and wheel barrows and pepsi. and we got lost. The sun was going down and Becca got skured. But then I found my trail of bread crumbs and we went home.
Later we went to the Medina Café andI ate pigeon pastilla and soup. Then we went back to Clock for tasty hot chocolates.
Fes
We woke up and had a fantastic, tasty breaky with bread and with little tortilla/pancakeys. There were 4, I repeat 4 different sauces in which we dipped our bread. There were figs, dates, goats cheese, OJ, omlettes, mint tea, and coffee.
Then we walked up to these old royal tombs that overlooked the claustropobic buildings and tangled, winding streets of the city. Fes is really like stepping back to the 14th century. On our way to the tombs we had to cross a freeway, wander through a trashy goat valley, and go up a billion steps. We passed a guy and a woman decked out in athletic gear running up and down the steps. There was an older guy with a stopwatch yelling at them. I imagined that they are part of the Morrocan Olympic talk and field team – 10 meter Tomb stair climb.
It was crazy windy at the top of the tomb hill. I could have jumped off the hill and glided around in circles like a flying squirrel if I wanted to. Serious.
We went back down and wandered around the medina. We saw they tannery. It was dozens of pools filled with dye to color leather products. It was a spectacle and smelled like poop. We watched all the workers for a while.
We ate at the super cool Clock Café – falafel, mint teas. Good super yums. Clock is in an old house and has cool things hanging on the walls and stuff.
We took a nap back at the palace then wandered some more. Saw trinkets and horses and poo and men in robes that look like star wars guys, and chickens and mosques and calculators and wheel barrows and pepsi. and we got lost. The sun was going down and Becca got skured. But then I found my trail of bread crumbs and we went home.
Later we went to the Medina Café andI ate pigeon pastilla and soup. Then we went back to Clock for tasty hot chocolates.
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