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Flight Tickets To Spain
- (Flight ticket) An airline ticket is a document, created by an airline or a travel agency, to confirm that an individual has purchased a seat on a flight on an aircraft. This document is then used to obtain a boarding pass, at the airport.
- Spain is the second full-length studio album by American rock band Between the Trees, released through Bonded Records on August 11, 2009.
- Spain ( ; Espana, ), officially the Kingdom of Spain (Reino de Espana), is a country and member state of the European Union located in southwestern Europe on the Iberian Peninsula.
- A country in southwestern Europe that occupies the greater part of the Iberian peninsula; pop. 40,280,000; capital, Madrid; languages, Spanish (official) and Catalan
- a parliamentary monarchy in southwestern Europe on the Iberian Peninsula; a former colonial power
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Rick Steves' Spain 2011 with map
You can count on Rick Steves to tell you what you really need to know when traveling in Spain. In this guide, you’ll find an inviting mix of exciting cities and cozy towns. Explore the lively cities of Madrid, Barcelona, and Sevilla, and follow the Route of the White Hill Towns in Andalucia’s sun-drenched countryside. Experience the works of the great masters ? from El Greco to Picasso to Dali ? and learn how to avoid the lines at the most popular museums. Self-guided walks lead you through the castles, cathedrals, and villages of this ancient but modern land. End your day with a glass of Rioja wine and a plate of tapas ? then join the locals for an evening of flamenco. Rick’s candid, humorous advice will guide you to good-value hotels and restaurants. He’ll help you plan where to go and what to see, depending on the length of your trip. You’ll get up-to-date recommendations about what is worth your time and money. More than just reviews and directions, a Rick Steves guidebook is a tour guide in your pocket.
our plaza, santa ana, at night. madrid, spain
click on "all sizes" above picture to see larger view this is our plaza, sanat ana, where our flat is. this is what we would see every night! fantastico! 10 august. monday. Good by to Barcelona. By 10AM we are at the main rail station with the trip there totally lacking in the frantic zoo like atmosphere that prevailed on our arrival. Taking Spain’s new high-speed train has similarities with flying. If you remember the train was bombed by Islamic terrorist several years ago at the very station in Madrid that we arrived at. So now security is tight. You check in at a separate area of the station, have your luggage x-rayed and then is moved to a secure waiting room. You cannot board the train until about 20 minutes before departure and you have your ticket scanned before being allowed to move to the train. There is no just getting to the station a few minutes before departure time. It is also a terrible jumble of people with loads of luggage trying to clear through the checkpoints and onto the train before it leaves. Remember if the train is more than five minutes late the ride is free. Well exactly on time the train started to move and then it stopped. We guess that the on time 20 feet movement qualified for an on time departure. Actually, the train left four minutes late but did arrive in Madrid on time. The train speed is posted as you quietly move through the Spanish countryside – often at 180 MPH. Headsets are passed out and a movie is shown ( Spanish subtitles). Just as on any plane a flight announcement are made (again in Spanish and English) and at the end of the ride you are cautioned to remain in your seats until the train has come to a complete stop. Since we wanted to quickly get off the train we got up with our backpacks on about ten minutes before arrival. Unlike Barcelona it was easy to get to the Metro, buy tickets and quickly arrive at our destination. Madrid seems a much more quiet, less crowded and conservative place. The people are better dressed and there are no obvious tourists. It was easy to find our apartment building and i had a coffee in the square while awaiting the rental agent (she arrived on time). Our apartment house is on the corner of one of the most popular squares in Madrid (Santa Ana), in the old quarter, and our next-door neighbor is the still active oldest theater in Madrid. Cafes and tapas bars and many traditional “cervecerias” or beer joints surround the square. There is also a brightly painted children’s playground in the square. It is always an active place. Our apartment is a small attic studio with a terrace that has a wonderful view of the rooftops of the city. It is on the sixth floor and we are lucky to have an old cage style elevator in the building. The building's large, carved wooden entrance door is so heavy that it takes two hands to open it. We shared a sandwich at a cafe in the square (the Spanish are very big on their cured hams which always seems to appear on any sandwich) before exploring the neighborhood. We need to find a grocery to buy milk for my morning coffee and yogurt and fruit for Neal’s breakfast. the few groceries we found were all very very small hole in the wall affairs all run by Chinese. Even when we found a so-called “super market” it was run by Chinese. In a close by neighborhood square there was supposed to be a festival for the local saint – so we walked to the area to find out all about it. Well as we walked there it turned our to be full of Chinese people and stores – we even passed what seemed to be a dollar type store run by Chinese. As we got closer to Lavapies Square we passed Africans and lots of people seemingly from India and Pakistan. There were belly dance places and Hallal (Islamic “kosher” butchers). It turns out that this is the most diverse area of Madrid. About 15% of Madrid’s population is now foreign – from South America, Africa, Middle East, East Europe, Philippines, China and so on – and this isn’t necessarily a welcome addition for many Madridlenos. It is a repeat of what we were told the other day by the Romanian waiter in Barcelona. “No one in Spain is Spanish.” We checked out the area and it looked like the San Genario Festival in NYC (an Italian Fest in what is now an Asian neighborhood). We never made the actual festival, however, because it started to downpour. So instead we went to a neighborhood tapas and wine bar. We sat on high stools around a wine barrel and ate Pinchos (open faced sandwiches – curried chicken with fruit, octopus with potato and gambas) and drank wine by the glass. Good food and wine and reasonable prices and no tourists (except us). After a night time walk around the area (we picked out a place to visit tomorrow evening – a tiny tapas place that only does shrimps (in croquettes, grilled or breaded on skews) and sells their red wine in small whiskey glasses – we returned home to prepare for tomorrow when my flickr friend, javier and his wife pilar. they live in
We just returned from the Plaza de Toros in Seville, having witnessed our first bullfight. Maybe it will take a while to absorb, maybe I'm just reeling from the thick cloud of cigar smoke we were engulfed in, or maybe it's the combination of sangria and Spanish sudafed, but I don't have all the words right now to describe the fight itself. I think I'll wait til later when I can upload video (don't worry, I'll spare you the gruesome stuff, but you will get to see a bullfighter trampled!). What I will say is that we had a pretty lucky day. Woke up early, caught a trouble free 6:30am flight from Barcelona to Seville on Vueling's MTV airplane and quickly found our hotel in central Seville. Quick nap. We got some breakfast and explored the city, working our way slowly (it is hot! 37 celsius, 98.6 fahernheit) along the water until we came across the Plaza de Toros. The museum was a dud (one in Ronda 8 years ago was more interesting) but we found out there was a fight tonight! Well, not a full professional fight, those are earlier in the season, this was a sort of training exposition where young bullfighters get to prove themselves. The Plaza de Toros in Seville is a pretty big deal... Kim likened this to watching a AAA game in Yankee Stadium. I was curious if we could catch one of these knowing that the main events would be over by the time we got to Spain, but none of my research online revealed this event... I was going to play it by ear and maybe catch one of these training events in Jerez de la Frontera this weekend (I thought they were all on Sunday). So we felt pretty lucky to be able to catch one tonight. After a siesta we returned when the ticket office opened and got our tickets, not the cheap seats but not the most expensive either, 9€ each. We were pretty surprised to find out later these were almost front row seats! At this point I guess I could mention that I caught a cold in Picassent (all those late nights?) and have been hopped up on whatever is in the antihistamines the pharmacist gave me plus my inhaler (oh yeah, asthma has been bad here)... so when the sangria we had with dinner tasted of anise and Kim gave up on it, leaving me to finish it (I could say I didn't want to be rude, but it was tasty) I was feeling pretty good before the bullfight. We stopped at a 2nd tapas bar on the way to grab a coke and we ran into friends of the family we had met at Emily and Ernesto's wedding! Dan and Teresa from Sonoma were eating dinner with Teresa's nephew, Carlos, who works for Vueling and lives in Seville. If that weren't coincidence enough, they were also going to the bullfight and sitting in our same section!! They invited us to sit with them and treated us to some dessert sherry (more booze! which was super tasty by the way) so now we were feeling like the whole day was extremely lucky. As I said I'll save my thoughts on the fight for another post, but needless to say today was full of sensory overload. Buenas Noches. -- mobile mail sent via phone
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