Sherry and dancing horses

Trip Start Jun 08, 2005
Trip End Ongoing

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Las Palmos Hostel

Flag of Spain and Canary Islands  , Andalusia,
Friday, September 29, 2006

Travelling solo once again, i know already i am going to get sick of that voice inside my head! i am going to write a day in the life of kel, just because i can, i have the time after all.
ok here goes
I wake from an ok sleep in my bright yellow single room of Las palmos hostel. my sleep could have been better, i think there was a lot of street noise. it is about 8.30am and i wonder is is winning or has won the afl grand final(i am 8 hours behind melbourne time)as i look out the window to see what the weather is like, a little cloudy but warm (20 degrees) as usual already.
i have my breakfast in my room, yogurt and muesli that i brought last night from the super market, a little bit to be a cheap arse and also to be healthy as here in spain breaky at a cafe consists of pastries and coffee.
i will definatly go for a coffee soon though.
once i get ready for the day, guide book check, camera check, water bottle check, wallet check.
thinking about heading to some wineries as that is what this area is known for so i dress in my most winery looking clothes that i pull out from my exploding backpack.
i have a terrible tasting coffee from a nice cafe overlooking one of the many plazas (one of the best things about spain). but it makes my headache go away, guess i could be addicted to worse things.
I look for the tourist info centre, it is not where it is surpose to be according to the map, oh well.
i follow some signs to the main tourist site in town, the Alcazar. an old building with relaxing gardens, which has been dominated by many different reloins over many centuries, i think it was built in the 14th century.
the man at the ticket office is very nice. joking with my as i ask for one ticket in spainsh, he asks if i speak spainsh and i reply with the usual "a little" . this is followed by him rapidly responding even though i have just told him i only speak a little bit of spainsh. . . ..
i do however understand about 60% of what he is saying , i guess the nodding of my head which is a automatic reaction does not help my situation. but the banter is fun, he asks if i am a student or working, a student of course as it gets me a cheaper ticket, my name and where i learnt spainsh. he said my name is the spainh slang for house which i have never heard before, he also insisted that i have the pamplet in spainsh, which i kinda understand. i follow the directions and try to read it. i see were they used to press the olives to make olive oil, a huge press about 15m long and 2 m thick. i have always wandered how they got the oil out.
then throught o a mosque, which we saw plently of in morocco but were never allowed in. this is were the call to prey comes from 5 times a day, calling out over the loud speakers god id great, god is great, mohamed is His prohet, come to prayer come to prayer.
move on to the mansion where it has a history exhibition only in spainish, displays are good though.
i remember the black and white setting on my camera and get a bit carried away returning to the gardens and go snap happy.
now off to find some bodegas or wineries "sherry time" i will try to find the other tourist information to see what the opening times are, easier said then done as navigating the narrow streets is not a simple task. bit of a misson but i find it in the end. there is a english tour of tio pepe winery at 1.30pm and it looks like the best day to visit the equestain school is tuesday. so it is another few days here for kel, here with the rich sherry drinking oldies, oh well at least i know i can party it up in the next town, fingers crossed anyway.
ok so i board the train to tour the winery, they show us the worlds largest weather abne at 40m high or something and spains first tennis court. this winery is known world wide and produces hige amounts of wine, sherry and brandy, through celler after celler, smelling the wine and seeing the process i follow the tour leader, sometimes lagging behind to take photos, just like the others. it is well worth the nine euros, very informative. the first one celler we go into you can smell the alcolhol in the air and the walls are blackened from 5% being in the air due to the solera process, this is called the drink of the angels. some of the barrels we past are signed by famous people, i feel like getting my white chalk out of my pocket and scribbling away!!! liz taylor, oliver hardy ayton seyena, wiston churchill, 42 million litres are made from this winery!! so much history, with the first grapes being pressed in 5th century bc, william shakespear comending the vinos to boot, even the arabs dabbling in the craft even though they are forbibeen to drink it according to the koran.
so the long a waited tasting were i have abottle to my self and explain to the people on the next table when asked if i was travelling alone that " no, my friend , he is sick and could not come out, but i want to come anyway" it was just easier.
the first sherry is very dry and the next very sweet even thou it was just after the dry one, i would enjoy something in between.
need my sunnies now to walk through the streets, i find a tapas bar for some food before the 4pm siesta for restaurants, i sound like an alcoholic but my excuse is that i am studying my profession.mum, you would love this place, spain, they carve the ham off the bone at restaurant and tapas bars to order, the most expensive being the acorn fed wild pig ham. i order salmon con queso freso cos i know what it is, quite peckish so i also order a tapa portion of ham. the beers go down well, i should have ordered a wine or sherry to go down nicer with the delicate salmon and ham but my mouth automatically speaks the words" una cerveza por favor" both the ham and salmon deserving a delicate red or even a white to be washed down with.
head back to the hostel for siesta but not before i have some fun with the camera and my very own photo shoot!!
then wake in time for a quick walk around the block, i come across and procession mary or someone being carried around the streets, interesting to watch.
i head to the supermarket, two guys ask me what my name was and were my hotel was, i vegly answer something back. go to hostel and make a salmon sandwhich for dinner up on the terrace so i dont sink out my room and enjoy the views.
i play some cards as nothing even starts to happen here intill 12 ish, fall asleep before this time, so that was the day that was.
sorry it took so long, but hope you enjoy the pictures!! cheers kel
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jadas on

well travelled
hi kelly
just getting back to you re scottish kennedy (wow how the month has flown) no kennedy are irish so what you saw on the postcard is not us. and dannielle's cousin also bought back some thing from scotland re kennedy but we originated from ireland.

ok when are you next in uk.
have just printed of five page for little nana, rita. so she can read your blog. talk to you soon this weekend is our hfc dinner and it wont be the same without mum. but we will perserver. keep safe love A judith.

jadas on

finals winner
hi kelly
if you havent heard, West Coast beat sydney swans by a point on saturday 30th good game. and Melbourne storm lost to broncos on the sunday. not sure of score. Also on a sad not did you hear of Peter Brock's death a week after Steve Irwin's death, (you heard of his) both died doing what they liked best. very emotion both had wide coverage on the telly. and paper. oh by the way have kept a small photo that appeard re the tomato festival (that is the only one) and also have paper re steve and peter.
enjoy your travels and i enjoy reading about them. had to laugh about the marriage proposal as Melissa had that happen to her in bali. except they would say to margaret 'i you new son-in-law' etc.
keep up the posting. love again from us all.

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