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The Spanish National Anthem is vaguely famous for having no words. So when the Spanish National Football Team looks heavenwards as their anthem strikes up it isn't for the same reasons that the English or French squads look sheepish.

There is, apparently, an anthem to Ciudad Rodrigo. It was performed last week as a bit of a treat and the full lyrics were reproduced in the local paper . They were in Spanish but this isn't.

Ciudad Rodrigo, heroic town,
Bountiful mother to faith and courage
Today your faithful children rise
To offer you this song
For the blood that burns in their veins

I'm sure you get the drift. It goes on for another 32 lines in the same style: This sacred ground. Warriors for loyalty and truth. Sweat enriches your sober workers brows. Death or Triumph.

Catchy or what? I went searching for a picture of the composer, a famous son of Ciudad Rodrigo, Dámaso Ledesma, but I couldn't find anything. The best I have is this statue of him in the town.


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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.