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Making pals

Maggie is obviously pretty much on her tod in Ciudad Rodrigo. No clans of Brits to chat to there.

Very soon after she got to work she bumped into the people who own the flat she is renting. They invited her around to see their house. Whilst there she met the mother and a sister in law. Since then she has run into one member or another of the family on the street several times and she has begun to feel that she is being stalked (or that she's the stalker). They have walked to the family farm, been involved in a small fiesta and shared a shopping trip.

She's also been out for a coffee with a work colleague a couple of times after work, she's arranged an intercambio (the Spaniard speaks English, Maggie speaks Spanish) with the woman from the Tourist Info office at the Town Hall and she's just signed up for three evenings a week of aerobics at the local gym.

Mind you she was just watching a celebrity gossip show when we spoke on the phone a little while ago


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This blog is now dormant. It records our time in the beautiful city of Ciudad Rodrigo but it's a while since we've lived there. We now spend part of our time in Cartagena, Murcia and a part in Culebrón, Alicante.

If you would like to gave a look at what we're up to now just click on one of the tabs at the top of the page.

That's it

Done. Finished. I'm just about to disconnect the computer and that will be it. We managed to get everything in the cars, tomorrow morning we'll dope up Edu and then all we have to do is to drive across Spain. The Culebrón link below will be in use for the next few weeks before we move on to Cartagena in September. Click on the links below.
So this blog is dead. Ciudad Rodrigo is history. Culebrón for the summer and then Cartagena.
The story continues .......

Missed something else

This morning, as I cleaned my teeth, I heard hooves in the street. I didn't bother to rush out. I took my time, I put on my boots and strolled out to buy fags and a paper. There were signs of horses or mules or donkeys having passed down the street. When I came out of the fag shop I noticed a fair sized crowd by the Fat Tree but the fun was over, the crowd was drifting away and I didn't have my camera anyway.
I've just checked the town web site and it says that The Brotherhood of Our Lady of the Peña de Francia, having been blessed by a local chaplain, set out on a Romeria (a sort of pilgrimage) from the town today heading for one of the highest peaks in the area - the Peña de Francia. They won't get there till Sunday as it's some 50km from here.