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No hablo mucho español

Day 11 & 12

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After spending a week with my head stuck in a French phrase book the transition to Spanish is a little tricky. Paul muses that the first person to use merci instead of gracias is a loser. Of course that would be me. Hola, tengo una reserva......merci beaucoup. I consider it to be one of the drawbacks of being multilingual. I should mention we've crossed the border and have shacked up in the Zenit hotel a few miles out of the centre of Pamplona.

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There's a shopping complex right next to us, la manea with numerous bars and places to eat. This is an opportunity for us to gorge ourselves on beer, kebabs, pizza and McDonalds and have a two day break from the meat and cheese suppers of late. We mull around supermercado in search of our favorite Spanish wine and are ecstatic when we find it hasn't gone up in price. We're so elated in fact, that we even splash out on the expensive stuff, Don Simon €0.99 litro.

We decide to get the bus in to town on the tuesday and spend some time exploring the city. Pamplona is famous for being the location of the bull run. Literally twelve or so bulls are released in to the streets and some mentalists run through the town with them. There's something about this tradition combined with bravado that doesn't make sense to me.

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We spend most of the day in the older parts of the city looking through the market, admiring the Cathedral and generally appreciating the architecture and structure of the city.

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Convinced we've seen everything there is to see its time to sample some local cerveza. Whilst doing so we glance over the English translation of the menu and decide we probably don't want to be ordering the revueltos de hongos which someone has translated as scrambled bot fungus. The sniggers quickly died off when we realised we didn't have a clue where to get the bus back to the hotel and hadn't seen a taxi all day. It took us less than an hour to figure out where we needed to be, No hablo mucho español, but I wont be rushing to the front of the bus queue in a foreign country again.

Posted by Slackster84 16:27 Archived in Spain Tagged churches buildings markets culture street spain sightseeing tourists pamplona bullrun Comments (0)

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