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I can be ill now

Ciudad Rodrigo is quite a long way from most places. So far as I know the nearest hospital is in Salamanca, which is 85kms away.

Suppose those nice paramedics arrive within 20 minutes of the emergency call and the ambulance averages a steady 120kph (and it couldn't) then we're well over the hour before the trolley crashes through those double doors and all those doctors and nurses start shouting. It was only 25kms to the nearest hospital from Culebrón and that seemed far enough.

I'd found lots of excuses to put off registering with the Health Service here as I'm becoming terrified of speaking Spanish but I finally got around to going to the local health centre today. Its a big building that looks, from the outside, as though it doubles up as a sort of "cottage hospital". I hope so as I reckon my old and abused body just wouldn't take that ambulance ride.


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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.
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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.