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Published: July 20th 2012
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There’s a slight problem finding our hotel, as the main road has been blocked off for road works, and the only other road we can go down to find our hotel is a one way street. Greg does the irish thing and drives up it the wrong way putting on the hazard lights as we go, as everyone knows that this indicates you are someone of slight importance and therefore are allowed to break the usual road courtesies. It pays off as hidden half way down the street we find our hotel. It looks rather grand, and is decorated in the style of a Parisian boutique hotel. Greg and I don’t do indulgence (a car seat is adequate enough for Greg it seems) but we seem to have came up trumps here. It wasn’t expensive, but feels luxurious all the same. Mind you, staying in a room the size of a cardboard box for nearly 5 months has probably warped our sense of what is luxurious but never mind.
We settle in and then go in search of some booze and food, not necessarily in that order. Greg shows off his Spanish by asking the man at reception where he
recommends, and he tells us to head for a square in the centre of town. Greg asks for directions but can’t really understand the reply, so the guy repeats them back to us in English. As we leave I ask greg what way we are going, and he tells me to follow “the tramps works”. I’m a bit baffled but we decide it must be some local art feature, and then when we pass a wall full of graffiti a few minutes later we assume that must be the tramps works. About 20 minutes later we think we must have taken a wrong turn as it shouldn’t have taken us this long to get there. We double back on ourselves and eventually come out at what looks like the main tourist area. We’re starving by this point and rather than wander around looking for somewhere to eat, we decide to just eat in one of the little bars right next to our hotel. While heading back, we cross the road which has been shut for roadoworks and a thought suddenly dawns on me. I notice they are building a new tramline system and I turn to Greg and say “I
think we’ve found the tram(ps) works”.
We settle in a small but bustling little tapas bar and order some nibbles from the display cabinet and a big jarra of beer. The food is nice, although probably a bit too much fish for me, and once we are done we head back to the hotel to watch a film on the laptop. The next morning after Greg has opened his birthday presents (Happy birthday Greg!) we take a closer look around the streets of Zaragossa which are really nice, and full of little alleyways to explore. We stop for a café con leche and some tostada, and then brace ourselves for the last leg of the journey, for now anyway.
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