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  • Hot Chocolate!

    Now if I were to ask you what the “bestest, bestest” hot chocolate was you would describe a steaming hot glass of rich full cream milk and a huge layer of chocolate, some froth and a pink (or white) marshmallow…  Not so in Porto Portugal! Here  it is a cup of pure molten chocolate! To

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  • Great day out joined a tour group of 7 people, naturally tasted lots of Port wine took a boat ride and had a superb lunch st a 5 star restaurant overlooking the river.                     

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  • I sit in the Cafe of the main bus station it is almost noon. Already travellers breast the bar drinking wine and eating Tapas. Its an endearing custom across Europe and one which has not taken off in Australia much less Adelaide unless the more knowledgeable amongst you can prove me wrong? Not that I

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  • Was founded in 1134 and given the Royal charter of foundation by King Alfonso IX in 1218. It is the oldest founded university in Spain and the fourth oldest European university in continuous operations. I would hazard a guess that the others would include those in Britain – Oxford and Cambridge whilst the University of

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  • Salamanca 

    The 8:55 train to Salamanca left the Madrid station on time. My car/coach (number 4) was full! The journey was fast and other than a rather unusual incident when the passenger seated next to me asked who I thought was the ticket inspector, for a “selfie”! He obliged and I thought nothing more of it

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  •  I am staying at the Hotel Don Gregorio a refurbished palace. Here is the bedroom     Surely fit for a King?        (Or Dr Kiley) (Demeaning comments that amount  to slander or defamation of gender will not be tolerated on this blog). And the breakfast offering ftom 8am till 10am. It is 8:45

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  • As I leave Madrid 

     As I have penned before, 2 days in a capital city is my limit and Madrid is no exception. In this case it was not that I was confronted by seething hordes as happened in other named European cities but rather that I had seen all that I needed to see and have developed a

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  • Madrid meandering 

     It’s 2am in Madrid, about lunchtime in Adelaide and so I sit in bed wide awake and itching to be creative, to caress and practice my Alto Recorder, but good manners dictate otherwise as well as the guest in the next door room who at reception had the distinct appearance of a still practicing Picador.

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