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On Sunday, May 17, we woke up at 15 minutes to 5 and walked like hobos to the train station where we had a 6:30 departure on our train from Lyon to Nimes where we took ANOTHER train from Nimes to Zaragoza.
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Zaragoza had a lot of surprises. I played basketball with a fifteen year old boy named Gio (I even beat him at "Horse" once). We visited old Roman ruins (Although that wasn't much of a surprise). We visited a very old church funded by the silver the Conquistadors brought back with them from Peru. We went to a medieval palace that was originally Islamic and now is the seat of government for Zaragoza. For some reason, Zaragoza also has an origami museum.
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We also went to a art museum about my dad's favorite artist Francisco Goya. He was born near Zaragoza and they took a lot of pride in him. At the start of his career, all of his paintings were light and funny; but at the end of his career, he painted lots of dark, moody, and scary paintings. That probably had something to do with the fact that he went deaf and his country was in the middle of a war.
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Finally, our favorite thing was mostly just walking around on the pedestrian streets and courtyards and watching the world go by.
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