We went a lot. The evening we arrived we found the nearest church — Basilica de Jesús del Gran Poder — and though the company was congenial with lots of little children, the next church along (with an entrance in the same block), the Iglesia de San Lorenzo, where a very old priest served Mass
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Sevilla roundup
(Warning: contains some door-and-key geekery because I like little strangenesses.) We’re still in Sevilla, but the holiday is officially over: Libre Graphics Meeting, which we went to Sevilla for in the first place, started on Thursday night. I did take the morning off to go to a hipermercado, which probably deserves a blog post in
Read on »Problems, and the solving of same
Publishing this after the fact (though written in stages) because I was completely sure that people would have replied with advice, on the blog, on Mastodon, on Twitter, even if I’d asked explicitly not to do that. Advice from people not on the spot would have made me much too nervous. I had all the
Read on »Barcelona-Sevilla (but first food)
The last evening in Barcelona we met friends for dinner: in their neighbourhood, first with a beer in their social club, and then in their favourite restaurant. It’s amazing that people (three youngish guys: two in the kitchen and one waiting tables) can have a restaurant where they do nothing at all to the interior,
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Church Sleeping under only a sheet did the trick. We didn’t need to get up so early as yesterday anyway, because on Saturday there’s no Catalan service at 8, only a Castilian service at 9. When we were walking to the church we passed a cafe and I said “if Café Mono is closed we
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We wanted to go by train all the way, and already had the tickets! Then SNCF decided to strike two out of every five days, and one of those days was the first day that our Interrail ticket was valid and because it was a special bargain price we couldn’t change it. Travelling later, skipping
Read on »The dream engine strands me in Spain
Or something like that, though most of the signs were in Dutch. Perhaps it was the Spanish coast that’s practically a Dutch colony, or used to be at the end of the last century anyway. The ride there was lots of fun, on a one-person vehicle that was a cross between a dodgems car and
Read on »Holiday signage
I was going to do a “The Train in Spain Part II” post, but then life happened and it was gone from the “really need to write this” part of my mind. So I’ll post the planned Part III instead: my collection of signs, with comments. Warning: long and nerdy and Full Of Pictures. The
Read on »The train in Spain
It does not stay mainly in the plain. It goes THROUGH ALL THE MOUNTAINS. Usually the tunnels are so short that we barely have time to unwrap one of the sweets we bought to suck in tunnels against ear-blocking. Also, even the slow regional trains (“commuter train”, the English on-board announcer voice called it) require
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