It's true, you can still find places serving all-day fry-ups with a large brandy on the side at the bottom of a Franco-era tower block that could give the Barbican lessons in concrete brutalism
Why I have recanted my views on Spanish food, and about kids and ketchup
Our last visit in Zaragoza is to a supermarket; stocking up on snacks for a longish drive to Puerto de Sagunto, a destination we've chosen using a family friendly algorithm which calculates the optimum next point at which parents can have lunch with wine. It is easy to forget how fascinating children find the world … Continue reading A Winter Trip to Spain, Day 8: You’re perfectly capable of wiping Jamesie’s bottom Daddy!
After a disappointing lunch in Biarritz, I'm in a grumpy mood as we cross the border and head for Zaragoza, an unplanned stopover we've added as a result of our car woes keeping us in France for four extra nights. En route, there is an outbreak of of navigational niggling. Tissy gets berated for not … Continue reading A Winter Trip to Spain Days 7 and 8: Why didn’t anyone tell me about Zaragoza?
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