Well, I didn’t actually see the golfball sized hail. But I was woken up the night before last by something that sounded like the seventy-six trombonists beating on snare drums, and became aware that my roommates were closing the window. I didn’t actually get up to see the hail, but everyone who saw it (including the people who were caught out in it) told me that it was huge (close to the size of golf balls, anyway. Ping pong balls, at least).
We spent yesterday traveling, which was seven or eight hours on the bus. We did stop for lunch at Zaragoza (Saragosa or Tharagotha).