I'm sorry, what was your name again?

The Oviedo art museum has a room full of El Grecos. Twelve, to be exact--the twelve apostles. Each has the apostle's name painted on top, but I guess the Greek was confused or something, because next to the painting labeled San Mateo is a sign saying the painting was mislabeled and it's really San Felipe. And the one labeled San Felipe is really San Mateo. San Bartolomeo and someone else are similarly mislabeled, but there was no more information than that given. Seems like a strange mistake to have made, and I wonder how anyone noticed it; the paintings didn't seem to include a lot of identifying features. Maybe if I knew my apostles better it would be obvious.

I was a little skeptical about Oviedo. For no good reason whatsoever, but doesn't Oviedo just sound like someplace that might not be nice? Turns out it's lovely, and Asturian boy (his name might have been Jordi, but then maybe that was his friend's name) is two-for-two.

It's not that different from most other medium-sized Spanish cities, really, but it's nice. It seems exceptionally clean, and the little Spanish balconies that cover the buildings are filled with plants and flowers. There are lots of cute little squares and nice cafes. And the bus station bathrooms are well-stocked with toilet paper; that almost never happens in Spain. Very likeable.