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You don't have to knock Babe Ruth over to put him off his game

There was a show on at the Teatro Nuevo, here in Ciudad Rodrigo, last night called Tango Zero - "Que me quiten lo bailao". Maggie and I wondered about going.

There were posters everywhere advertising the show, the start time, 10.30pm, was prominent. Box office times were a bit less clear "at the usual times" but, with a bit of Googling it was easy enough to find that meant an hour before the show started. But the price, nowhere. Try as I might I couldn't find out how much the tickets were. We could have phoned and asked, we could have gone to the box office and asked but, given our present precarious financial state, it was enough to make us stay at home and watch the telly.

It does look as though there is plenty going on here though on a regular basis. Our local neighbourhood association has a trip to Cádiz planned, there are at least two guided walks today, there's a poetry reading on Wednesday, an art exhibition at the Casa de Cultura all next week etc.

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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.

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So this blog is dead. Ciudad Rodrigo is history. Culebrón for the summer and then Cartagena.
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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.