I left Areyns de Mar Saturday for an overnight stay in the Ancient City of Girona. My mission was to see the Jewish Quarter (the Call) , and the Jewish Museum. Sam was in the front seat riding shotgun. All seemed fine when I was driving north along the Sea. Traffic circles are the thing here in Spain. Once I headed inland it got a bit tricky. I would come to a traffic circle and it would say Girona and a few other words...but which spoke of the wheel should I take? I took plenty of wrong ones. It took me twice as long to get here. I stopped for directions forgetting my Sam was in the car. Not the best idea to have a skeleton in the car when approaching strangers in a strange land! I decided I would only ask young people, as they speak the best English.
I arrived at my hotel and couldn't have been happier to feel the cool air conditioning, and be out of the car. It was 96 degrees when I arrived. I only had this day, so I dropped everything and headed to the "Call" and Museum. An easy walk down streets that look like slivers cut into walls. Vines hanging down from everywhere. I bit like Tuscany. It was almost 2pm and I realized the Siesta time would come, so I ducked into an air conditioned charming place for lunch. Then went home for a siesta myself. The heat really takes it out of you.
|Oil and vinegar on the table always as dressings.|
"Samette." Sam can't stop playing with it.
|A sliver of a street|
|When I am home, I am going to carve a smile and a nose into "Samette's" face. I only like happy skellies.|
Off I go- back to Arenys de Mar. Cooler with a sea breeze. I have milked every cent out of my A/C in the hotel. Wish me luck with those traffic circles on the way home. Adio Girona!
Each day is a gift, open now.
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