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More on hot beverages

I don't long for marmite or pork pies. There's plenty of food and drink to be had here. There is, though, one "English" thing that I could not do without - tea.

Fortunately for us one of the big supermarket chains, Mercadona, carries Tetley tea in each and every one of its stores. Lots of the other supermarkets sell tea where there is a Brit population but we are a bit thin on the ground here so no tea in Eroski or Carrefour.

Amazingly we managed to run out of tea bags yesterday and, of course, it was a Bank Holiday with most shops closed. We were lucky though, Ciudad Rodrigo has a tourist trade and one of the things that modern tourism spawns in places like this is speciality food shops. You know the sort of thing: cheeses in muslin bags, honey jars with gingham cloth lids, local cakes in separate cellophane packs and strange herbal teas. On one of the shelves in one of the shops there was one old and dusty box of 25 Hornimans tea bags.

Now Spanish tea, even when it's made properly, as distinct from the barbarous methods that native Spaniards normally use, is not good. As Maggie said "Well, it tastes a bit better than plain hot water". But it will see us through to the shops opening on Monday.


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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.