They landed in madrid airport at 7am on an overcast day, just after some drizzle.
The bus drove them to zaragoza for the church, abait a stopover in the middle of nowhere for lunch. The canteen did not have much to offer, nor any warm food; nobody cared to fix the defective heater.
They arrived at the church 6pm, after an misunderstood-detour to the hotel.
They spent an hour there. The church was magnificent, most the visitors were tourists, some of them came to pay homage to St Jmaes and Mother Mary.
He took some pictures inside, though it was stated no pictures, but others were snapping away as well. And the guard did softly told him not to.
They arrived at the hotel in an indutrial estate at 7.30pm and had their dinner which was baked chicken at 8.30pm.
Thank God for a good rest for the nite.
Group tour's greatest joy is when the day is called - just the opposite of buying a lottery ticket, which holds all the hope when you pay the money, and sulk with disappointment when the result is known....
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