Edited and done May 19
Dear Friends and Families,
After a leisurely Sunday breakfast, we left on our two to three hour
drive west to Oviedo. The start of the drive was back along the
30 kilometer twisty road from Potes toward the Bay of Biscay.
This time we had the top down and were even more aware of the rocks
hanging above our heads, but the drive really was spectacular and
driving with an open convertible was the best part, despite the cold.
We detoured once into a small seaside village, but decided not to
stay, maybe because we have gotten saturated by cute villages. In
any event, we wanted to move along to settle in for the day.
Oviedo is a largish city and we were staying in the Husa Gran Espania,
an oldish hotel in the even older center of the city. The
room was plain, but the parking convenient.
Our last two city stays involved considerable walks with luggage, so a
simple elevator ride was appreciated.
After check-in, we continued our Spanish routine: lunch between 2:00 and
4:00 pm, followed by a rest, and then a walk about town. The fish
lunch was great, our best fish so far. The walk showed us that we
have a lot to see, although Sunday was clearly not a day where the
streets were completely full. We look forward to similar walks on
Tuesday was planned for an "art fix" and that was our main
accomplishment, in addition to eating of course. First, I added
more statue pictures to my collection, but the best part was the tour of the
Fine Arts Museum.
I am not the fan of art that Marianne is, but I enjoyed this display of
Spanish and other European masters. Part of this was due to the wonderful
space provided by the old palace, which provided plenty of space for both
art and art fans. The museum was also a bit unusual in that it
allowed photography, something I appreciate because it forces me to
look at details and specifics. Here are some of what caught my
|Soon it was Monday morning and we were doing our slow-start thing: breakfast
in an almost-empty dining room, write this diary, read the "paper",
plan our day.
In fact, our day fit our now-standard pattern: walking in the streets, lunch, siesta, more walking. We saw the El Fontan Market,
a nice gallery showing of an artist named Javier del Rio, streets with
a variety of elegant buildings, and street statues, lots of street
|El Fontan Market, from fruit to horse meat
|Buildings from various periods, some restored, some not yet.
|Statues, lots of statues. Mostly every day people from days past.
As for our other main attraction, food and drink, we again enjoyed the
1pm to 3pm lunch hour, this time sitting in a sidewalk cafe ("El
Antiguo") since the weather has gotten just enough warmer. After
our Siesta, we expanded our culinary experience and finally sampled
"sidra", the local apple wine. The taste is as bad as the
Applewoi back in Sachsenhausen in Frankfurt, but the ceremony was
interesting. No one pours their own wine. It is always
poured by the waiter from a bottle held as high as possible into a
glass held as low as possible. It's a bit messy, but good theater.
|Masters Miro, Dali, Picasso
Local scenes, including a pilgrimage
More local scenes and details
have added one church picture, just to keep up the European
In fact, Oviedo has several famous churches and we managed to miss them
all. Maybe we are finally getting church-saturated? Just
before the final goal of the most famous pilgrimage path in Europe!
Now, Wednesday morning, it is time to pack up and drive to the end of Spain, the northwestern end.
John and Marianne