The sound of tinny Spanish music is belting out from the juggler’s van next door, several dogs are barking, children are throwing fireworks on the ground and Hugo is about to turn himself inside out with terror. Other than that it’s lovely. We’re in Badajoz, an interesting city on the Portuguese border with a strong moorish history.
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| Senora del Dolores |
It’s a bit of a change for us as we’ve been in smallish towns and villages for the last two days. In Palma del Rio we also ‘enjoyed’ a plethora of firework fans but it made up for it with a church full of terribly sad Madonnas, a scary baby Jesus, a weird ‘priest with child’ in a glass box, and, excitement upon excitement, an unexpected Black Madonna.
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| More sadness |
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| Love a Black Madonna |
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| Make of this what you will |
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| Scary baby Jesus |
Yesterday we entered Extremadura and spent the day and night outside a small town called Berlanga. We were excited to find two restaurants, a lake, and weirdly, a zoo. Hugo enjoyed meeting the wild boar in particular but was a bit confused by the ostrich.
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| Never seen an ostrich before |
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| Lakeside view |
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| Good greetings Miss Boar |
We had lunch at one of the restaurants and to say they have not embraced the idea of ‘nouvelle cuisine’ would be an understatement. The photo below shows the vast extent of our starters. This was followed by calamari and a custard desert.
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| This is the starter |
Tomorrow Portugal.
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