A beautiful day of sunshine it has been our pleasure to enjoy today although it has been far from warm. We are in the highest provincial capital in Spain at an altitude of about 1000m. That's about 3/4 the way up Britains highest mountain Ben Nevis. There's a nip in the air and the Kayak was a tad chilly at first light this morning.
Our first gas bottle expired last night and we had a bit of a paddy trying to switch over to the new one. After several minutes and a few choice phrases in my best Spanglish I got the new cylinder connected. It prompted me to ask the question about how easily we will be able to change cylinders after we leave Spain. The answer, I am sorry to relate, is not a straightforward one. It would be easy to assume that the fittings will be standard across Europe but as we all know to assume is to make an ass out of u and me. They are not the same. Watch this space for a resolution to that particular predicament.
We took a trip into town today to visit the laundrette because one thing the Kayak is not equipped with, is a fully functional, multi-progam washing machine. It's a pretty poor show I know but we had to draw the financial line somewhere. It was a fine walk to the laundrette and we passed some things along the way. so in every bag of dirty washing they say is a photo-opportunity.
Firstly the size of the freshwater shrimps here is pretty impressive. I think the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company would have a field day here.
When we got into town we found a chair which was some kind to tribute to Leonor Izquierdo and wikipaedia says "Leonor Izquierdo was the muse and wife of the poet Antonio Machado, who met her at the age of thirteen when he was working as a teacher in Soria. Leonor was the daughter of Isabel Cuevas and Ceferino Izquierdo, sergeant of the Guardia Civil. She was born at Almenar de Soria where her father was based". Apart from that it is anybody's guess why the chair is there. There is a plaque nearby showing him in the chair and her behind. No, that is a mistake it is not her behind, it is her, behind. I suppose the comma was really needed there. It might have been a tad more interesting if it had been her behind!
We posed in the chair in the square, just because we could
So her hubby was a poet and a little further on we found that we were able to have a bit of a chinwag with him. He was somewhat unresponsive so perhaps he did not understand our accents or was too engrossed in his book.
There are some very impressive buildings in the town so here are a few.
And no post is complete without a door picture. I thought that this was a rather impressive door of the sort I might envisage at the entrance to my own gaff some day. It looks a bit like they could not make up their mind between nice chunky wooden affair, an archtop stone thing or a multi-column entrance doo dah so they thought, what the hell, we'll have them all.
The town hall is a pretty nice building in the centre of the town. It has a kind of plinth thing in the middle and if you look very carefully you'll see on the top there is a kind of Olympic Flame that never goes out. In an earlier life they use to call lazy policemen the Olympic Flame because they never went out.
If you look really carefully in the top of that circular bit, atop the plinth, there is a speck of orange. That's the flame.
We went into the park where we found that they have planted 84 differnet types of tree and there are enough benches at the side of the footpaths to sit the entire population of the town and a few visitors forbye.
And of coure the obligatory "guess where we are today" pictures
So there we have it. Laundry all washed, pictures posted for the time being. Should have a copule more before we leave this place as we might stay another day. It's a lovely spot right by the river here and we have not had the bikes out along the path yet. Maybe tonight yet who knows. TTFN.
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