For many Britons visiting Spain, it’s all about the beach, and as a result some of the most gorgeous parts of Spain are beautifully unspoilt. If you follow me on instagram or have seen recent facebook posts of mine, then you’ll be no stranger to Zaragoza and all it’s beauty. Hidden in the heart of Aragon, nestled along el rio Ebro the city sits picturesque as a Goya. A city with people at it’s heart, and one that is rarely covered by tourist guidebooks, Zaragoza is a diamond in the rough. Serving those seeking a true Spanish experience the city thrives on locality and brings something truly special to the table, both literally and metaphorically.
Wandering the curvy, crooked, cobbled streets was a relished experience. All be it a bit dangerous, as it turns out lots of vans go up and down the side streets and when you are squatted down trying to capture a pretty balcony or facade its pretty easy to almost get run over. However, if you are more sensible than me, I didn’t need to tell you that. As much as I could babble on about how I fell in love with the city or that it’s one the most beautiful places I’ve ever been, I think it’s best to let the city tell it’s own story, for now anyway.
This post has been somewhat impossible to write as my words can’t possibly do Zaragoza justice, so making it an image centred piece and letting the city do the talking seemed the best option. My hope is that this gave you a taste of what the city has to offer and entices you to read my more detailed upcoming posts on the trip.