So there we were cruising through Extremadura when we happened to stop in at Zafra. Our guide book barely gives it a mention. There’s not much to do in Zafra, which is part of the appeal. There is a 15th century castle which has been turned into a hotel. We booked a room with vaulted ceilings and enough space to swing a ham. It was very nice!
In the evening we joined the locals for a beer and a spot of people watching in one of the town’s old squares.
The next morning we had to drag Paul to the train station while he went off on one of his we could buy a little do-her-upper here rants.
Let’s stay here for the night, shall we?
Breakfast in the marble courtyard – yum
Being a finger puppet, it's easy to get lost in the crowd. Sure, being small has its advantages; like sneaking into clubs, travelling around the world for free, etc etc ... but often I don't feel people hear the real me and when they do they giggle and stroke me. I can hear them now "Oh cool, a finger puppet. Isn't he cute?"
So here I am, larger than life, blogging away. You can call me Big Al.
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