Didn't rush to get going today (4th). Everyone seemed a bit tired. So the first stop was the coffee shop visited yesterday. Turned out the chocolate and churros are VERY good.

While there, the skies opened up and we got to watch a HUGE amount of water fall to the ground and produce rivers of water through the plaza. After about 15 minutes it had stopped and we plucked up the courage to hit the road.

The Cathedral is impressive alright, remembering that all that splender was in some way stollen from other cultures by way of natural resourses. G and I did the climb to the top of the minaret that was the original building on the Cathedral site. The climb consisted of 36 levels to the top. It was quite entertaining as G counted off the levels not knowing how many there was on the way up. He pretty much ran back down, much to the amusement of the people in front of us.

From the cathedral we headed to the El Corte Inglés, there are two of these store, actually three if you include the seperate book store, in a small area. Hit the first shop looking for a knife, then hit the second looking for the grocery department. Dee was in second heaven due to the vast choice.

She did make the mistake of picking up an Advocado and fondle it, that brought out the clerk to jabber at us in Spanish take the veg, weigh it, bag it and tag it. All in a Spanish style huff! Pretty funny.

The heavens opened up again so we headed out to find lunch, it was 2:30 at this point. We settled on a place called BOBO. Very pretentious and not great food. After this we dashed to the sports store, again, bought more track suits, then a shoe shop, bought shoes.

We had not stayed for coffee at BOBO but stopped once the rain had stop, in a small plaza. It had a small coffee shop with a serving window on the street side. You could just sidle up to and get served.

The old guy at the window said he didn't speak English, I tried to use my Spanish on him. I think he started to laugh on the inside then he started to speak English and laugh on the outside. He looked and acted like kind hearted Mafia man.

On the way back to the apartment we stopped for some butter in the old town and as we three waited outside under cover for Dee, a hail storm errupted. Not small round hail, but chucks of ice as in, lets put it in a rum drink, kind of ice. Everyone ran for cover. I half expected the four horse men to appear!

Also picked up a cake on the way home from the best smelling bakery any of us had been in.

Got home, got dry, had wine, had cheese, had spanish tortilla, had cake, watched Wallander (new season) and to bed, exhausted.

Ciao