tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72892117885178903172012-02-16T14:07:07.749-06:00A Travel JournalChanell D Gautreauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847866717792316027noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289211788517890317.post-5436342094225987072010-06-03T02:16:00.002-05:002010-06-03T02:17:16.945-05:002010-06-03T02:17:16.945-05:00Chanell D Gautreauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847866717792316027noreply@blogger.com1 By the end of the second day in Spain the jet lag had set in and I was in no particular hurry to do anything. Not that I had been in any real hurry before; from the beginning I had been determined that I did not want to return home from the trip in need of a vacation from my vacation. I also had a sore throat from the excess smoke I'd encountered since my arrival.  By the time I turned in for <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wBi2f24q8inFDCrG6aXOnsblHZY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wBi2f24q8inFDCrG6aXOnsblHZY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wBi2f24q8inFDCrG6aXOnsblHZY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wBi2f24q8inFDCrG6aXOnsblHZY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfWonderingAndWandering/~4/8SQVyb3jBys" height="1" width="1"/>http://ofwonderingandwandering.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-rioja.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289211788517890317.post-71805242422328337632010-05-06T23:16:00.041-05:002010-05-12T10:58:18.799-05:002010-05-12T10:58:18.799-05:00Chanell D Gautreauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847866717792316027noreply@blogger.com2 I was awake bright and early on Friday, the morning of my second day in Spain (around 6:00). I got up and peeked through the shuttered window at the street below; across the room my roommate was still soundly snoring away in his own bed. I could hear voices and I noticed a group of people across the street off to the side laughing and talking though I could not tell where they had come from <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uf6OIRtqQuN6GgL2GDnbcZ6Ku2Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uf6OIRtqQuN6GgL2GDnbcZ6Ku2Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uf6OIRtqQuN6GgL2GDnbcZ6Ku2Y/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uf6OIRtqQuN6GgL2GDnbcZ6Ku2Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfWonderingAndWandering/~4/Da1wb4pZrrA" height="1" width="1"/>http://ofwonderingandwandering.blogspot.com/2010/05/road-to-ribeira-del-duero.htmlhttp://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c0a8344687695d83&type=video%2Fmp4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289211788517890317.post-46934735937797568392010-05-04T00:13:00.020-05:002010-05-04T09:44:39.738-05:002010-05-04T09:44:39.738-05:00Chanell D Gautreauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847866717792316027noreply@blogger.com1When I arrived in Philadelphia Wednesday evening I had about an hour and a half to find the gate for my connecting flight. My NOLA flight had landed in terminal C while my Spain flight was departing from terminal A. It must have been at least a two mile walk from one to the other. My knee had become stiff on the first flight and I thought that the trek across the airport would help, but that <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lCLWCwWaoka0RfUIKTF_zQk0fwA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lCLWCwWaoka0RfUIKTF_zQk0fwA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lCLWCwWaoka0RfUIKTF_zQk0fwA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lCLWCwWaoka0RfUIKTF_zQk0fwA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfWonderingAndWandering/~4/eTjBBfE1vHs" height="1" width="1"/>http://ofwonderingandwandering.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-first-day-in-madrid.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289211788517890317.post-27073136561965063582010-04-26T21:36:00.000-05:002010-04-27T07:34:58.721-05:002010-04-27T07:34:58.721-05:00Chanell D Gautreauxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00847866717792316027noreply@blogger.com2It seems as far back as I can remember I have always been interested in Andalucia and in Sevilla in particular. I'm not really sure why, probably some movie or television show (or a number of them) I saw as a child that captured my interest. When the subject of my going to Spain came up once again this past March it seemed finally that everything in the universe was working to make it happen ( <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O05uJ0miXkz9OgeOZBRuU3oy03U/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O05uJ0miXkz9OgeOZBRuU3oy03U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O05uJ0miXkz9OgeOZBRuU3oy03U/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O05uJ0miXkz9OgeOZBRuU3oy03U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OfWonderingAndWandering/~4/fK5x4P0X9tk" height="1" width="1"/>http://ofwonderingandwandering.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-spanish-journey.html