I am sitting here in the hostel in Zaragoza where I just finished a nutritious supper consisting of a bag of potato chips and a can of beer. I have a second can of beer in the fridge, which I am about to start as desert.
My excuse is that it is very hot here. It feels as if I am back in Phoenix. I need the liquid, and I need the salt. You do believe me, don’t you? Given the heat, I’m having a sensible supper, am I not?
Because I traveled from Barcelona here to Zaragoza on the train today, I don’t have a lot to write about. Much of my time was spent waiting for my train in the Barcelona Sants railroad station, which I should probably have photographed. It is a very modern station. Before boarding a train, passengers go through a screening process and have their luggage scanned. It’s not quite as strict as the security check to get aboard a plane. For example, I have a Swiss Army knife with me, and that was not a problem.
The reason for the security checks before boarding a high-speed train in Spain is because of the terrorist attack of March 11, 2004, when al-Queda exploded bombs simultaneously aboard several trains approaching Madrid.
I walked from the train station to the hostel instead of taking the bus, and I did snap a few pictures on the way, I got a bit off my intended route walking here, and without planning it, I walked past the Palacio de Aljafería by pure chance. It is pictured below. I have since read that it was a fortification built by the Moors in the second half of the eleventh century, I understand it can be toured, so perhaps I will do that tomorrow, my only full day in Zaragoza.
The other two pictures I snapped are both of the same church steeple as seen down two different narrow streets. I’m guessing from the shape of the steeple that it is the Church of Saint Paul (Iglesia de San Pablo), but I haven’t confirmed that.
Here is the second snapshot that I took looking up a somewhat wider street.
Tomorrow I should have more to write about Zaragoza. I was actually here once before, but I’ve forgotten most of what I saw. The day after tomorrow, I go to Logroño, a city I walked through without stopping for more than a cup of coffee twice while doing the pilgrimage of the Camino de Compostela. I thought I would go back, stay a few days, and see what I missed.