Friday 23 March 2012
We woke up and found the parking lot nearly empty, but soon two busloads of high school students drove in. Charles was in the restaurant already reading a beautiful response by Zack Andrews regarding his dad's passing. We were all moved.
We drove to the fantastic town of Comilla that we discovered by accident. Having decided to check our map we pulled over (for the umpteenth time) and saw perched on a hill the university/seminary. That was enough to intrigue us but we were floored when we saw the Marquesa's house and her buddy Antonio Gaudi's place next door. We could see by the many tourists that this was a destination worth spending some time at. Happily, we were allowed in to the Marquesa's house even though the visiting hours were in a half hour. The interior was beautifully kept up. We exited and walked down the lane to the sunflower ceramic clad Gaudi residence (it was never established whether he visited it but he DEFINITELY designed it).
Finally we went to the farmers market and bought a stinky, moldy cheese. The long sought after scarf was also procured for Charles and when we got to the visitors office Natalia was quite helpful and showed us the university/seminary in photos but we decided not to walk through it. Dian picked up a free novel at the library and Charles bought a bookmark. Comilla was an amazing find and we thanked our lucky stars for the liesure we had to explore unexpected goldmines.
After a picnic in Ubiarco overlooking a hermits chapel built into a cave, we passed a cemetery in Boo. Not that scary. The large city of Santander was passed through quickly but we gazed back at it across the bay from Tranquilo Beach. The Bailey's style liqueur we sampled in a little shop in Loredo whet our appetite for the MEXICAN FEAST Nicole made later when we finally settled into a cul de sac overlooking the sea near Langre.
Since the only other van in the area was a VW, we went over to say hello and ask if the place was safe. The first words out of Roman and Eva's mouths were, "We're Austrian. Do you speak English?" (Their van had Espana plates). We said, "We're Americans. Our van is from Germany, not us." After that they told us they had slept there peacefully the past two nights and we should feel safe. So we did.
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| Once a seminary, now a university. At one point all the big government officials of Spain convened there and for that day it was "the center of Spain." |
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| The Marquesa's house |
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| Gaudi house |
Finally we went to the farmers market and bought a stinky, moldy cheese. The long sought after scarf was also procured for Charles and when we got to the visitors office Natalia was quite helpful and showed us the university/seminary in photos but we decided not to walk through it. Dian picked up a free novel at the library and Charles bought a bookmark. Comilla was an amazing find and we thanked our lucky stars for the liesure we had to explore unexpected goldmines.After a picnic in Ubiarco overlooking a hermits chapel built into a cave, we passed a cemetery in Boo. Not that scary. The large city of Santander was passed through quickly but we gazed back at it across the bay from Tranquilo Beach. The Bailey's style liqueur we sampled in a little shop in Loredo whet our appetite for the MEXICAN FEAST Nicole made later when we finally settled into a cul de sac overlooking the sea near Langre.
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| Made us think of our friend Ellyn Maybe |
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| Lunch spot! |
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| Hermit's chapel |
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| Photo by Charles |
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| Photo by Charles |
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| Photo by Dian |
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