So, how does one day give enough material for three posts, you ask? Hey, I'm just really good at milking my opportunities...my family comes from Holland. That's cow country, so I should know a thing or two about milking...maybe not about milking cows, but milking all the same.
So here goes...
Our little encounter with the vultures and the weremonk wasn't enough for Bob, who fancied a bit more excitement, so we fixed it so he could run with the bulls. What, in January? Well, let's just say that anything is possible, with the help of a little modern technology.
|Bob, the brave Scotsman, keeping up with even the youngest of the "mozos".|
The best thing about coming here in the middle of winter was the chance to get a photo of the castle with no tourists milling around.
Even though it was getting late, there was still enough time left to monkey around a little:
|Do boys ever really grow up?|
|The best place to keep your eggs fresh.|
|Bet this bird has fresh eggs.|
And then it was nearly time to go home, our grand adventure was almost over, but we managed to squeeze in a quick walk around the center of Pamplona. I was really suprised to find that Rodin's statues had followed us here all the way from Cáceres.
|"I wish all these people would go home so I could get up and stretch a little."|
And I got to play tourist in my own city, because, after having lived here for nearly twenty years, I think I can call Pamplona my city.
The chestnut man thought I was a tourist too when I stopped to take his photo:
|The chestnut vendor says "Hola!".|
Of course we absolutely had to stop for a pincho and a beer at El Gaucho before dinner, because we wouldn't be eating again for at least a whole hour, heaven forbid we starve to death before then. Yes, here is the photo of a man eating a sea urchin that I promised. And no, pinchos are not the same as tapas, although there's a lot of debate about the exact definitions. I'll be doing a post on that one of these days to see if I can explain it...if I manage to figure it out myself.
|Mmm, food! Bob had the sea urchin. I'm not that brave, so I stuck with Roquefort cheese and red peppers.|
|A man and his sea urchin.|
After the pinchos, we decided to call it a day (and what a day it had been), so we headed to the car. For some reason the boys thought the license plates on these two cars were hilarious, and they just had to take a picture:
|Boys will be boys.|
To see more photos of our Grand Day Out, vist The Rain in Spain on Facebook.