Well, it looks like we may finally be getting some blog fodder. Arriving at the bus station in Seville, we exchanged our online tickets for a " boarding pass". This was a well used piece of laminated paper with the number 16 printed on it with no further information. Except they must have run out of number 16 cards so we were given a number 6 with a 1 scrawled on it by the ticket guy Enquires at the information booth revealed that the bus to Faro would be leaving...

Seville. The bus trip down from Granada was easy going, undulating hills, good roads and very little traffic. Seville seemed to be yet another city with wide boulevards, masses of trees, in this case Jacarandas in full bloom and enormous parks, altogether making aimless wandering even more enjoyable. Finding somewhere to eat is always a challenge in any city, and this was no exception. Tapas bars everywhere but eventually we landed on one, just around the corne...

Train and bus from Córdoba to Granada seemed to be over in no time. Another testament to Jean's organising prowess. The transport system and the roads make travelling in Spain hassle free. Arriving in Granada we took a taxi to our hotel which was just as well because the is no way we would have found it on foot. Located in the heart of the Moorish part of town, surrounded by narrow alleys full of leather handbags, Arabic lights and Teteria (tea houses) the hotel...

The train trip down from Barcelona to Córdoba started off through almost barren limestone country, clearly well suited to the endless olive and grapes that seemed to stretch to the horizon. Gradually, as we moved further south, the moist Mediterranean air gave way to more fertile agricultural lands, still dominated by olives and grapes, but now there fields of wheat and canola, and seemingly in no time at all we were arriving in Córdoba. With Jean's choice o...

Hola, and welcome to Barcelona. Saturday and not a happy pair of campers. The hotel (Cami Bed and Gallery) is fantastic. 7 rooms, an ideal and quiet location but still not good enough to rid me of this cold, which has now got me well and truly in its grips. So nothing else left for it but to give in and agree to see a doctor. Spanish not being my native language left some room for surprises after I enquired of the hotel staff if there was a doctor close by. N...