No, it's not a Shakespeare post. (10 dork points if you knew that was Shakespeare, 10 bonus dork points if you know which play.) That hombre was English and we're sticking to Spain in this post. We didn't forget that we had mentioned an "impromptu stop" in our
Arcos post. Graham was driving and Meghann was snapping photos (as usual) when we spotted a church on a hill outside of Jerez. Before a decent photo could be taken (hey, it's difficult to take decent pictures while going that fast, which we're sure you've noticed from our blog) we went around a bend and it was out of sight. All of the sudden, Graham pulled off onto a gravel shoulder, which turned out to be the parking area for the church. And the church turned out to be a monastery. An incredibly beautiful, 15th-century, still actively used, monastery. You can read mas about the La Cartuja de Jerez
aqui. We didn't go inside because we didn't want to
get struck by lightning disturb any services that might be taking place. Here are some photos that we took while (very quietly) looking around the grounds. (Hamlet, by the way.)
