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Day 6- transit to Zaragoza
Starting the day with a fresh fruit salad from the Mercat de la Boqueria, we went
for a short walk to buy little bits and pieces, stopping to pick up some very
important handmade pastries and biscuits. With full tummies, we caught a cab to
Hertz, where they gave us a €400 discount on our hire care for returning it to Italy
(score!)
The ride out of Barcelona was a little scarier than your average car ride, but once
on the highway Carl drove confidently and we enjoyed the dry, brown landscape.
About 3 hours later we arrived in Zaragoza, where our navigator promptly got us lost
and it took us about 40 minutes to find Hotel Palafox. It was definitely worth the
wait, as the 5 star hotel was immaculate, furnished with modern facilities but decor
inspired by the early 1900's. Carl and I quickly fell in love with the king bed,
bliss!
Before exploring, we desperately needed food and to do something about my massive
blisters on the underside of both feet. Dr Carl came to the rescue and popped and
dressed them, which provided some relief.
We walked up the picturesque Calle Alfonso, at the end of which we could make out
the spectacular Basilica de el Pilar. The street itself was lined with high-end
boutiques obviously aimed at brides-to-be and yummy mummies.
We made our way to La Ebro (the water) and followed that past the Puente de Piedra
(bridge), through the Plaza de la Seo, past the Palacios Azara and through the many
pretty and winding alleyways before stepping out of the unpleasant wind into a
little pub where Carl had "the coldest beer he has ever had" (a drip of beer
actually turned to ice on the side of the stein) and I had my disgusting herbs, but
I was pleased to see a "Fosters, Australia's famous beer" sign. We stepped once
again into the whipping wind for a scenic route home, via a gem of an Italian
restaurant tucked away in a little street where the pasta and pizza and wine were so
tasty that it was hard to leave. Carl had an interesting conversation with our
waitress which was broken Spanish/English which, funnily enough, I understood, and
we went home to our stunning hotel room to mark the end of another day in Spain.
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