Swimmer, my SO, is off to Spain...to Barcelona, to be exact...on her own. Well, without me. She's with another older woman friend and they are intent on attending an 'immersion language session' of three weeks, including 'home stay' with a family in Barcelona. Then she/they have some free time to wander about. I've encouraged her to go do her thing. She is brushing up for wandering on her own in Costa Rica, but wanted the chance to return to Europe.
Indeed...Cleo was not happy with the movement of luggage around the house. She would not go out this morning (she usually demands to got out first thing in the morning). She only went out once Swimmer had left. I give her two days and she's all over me. I'm hoping Fix will help blunt the neuroses.
Lucky her. We plan to drive there next summer - much as I loved Croatia, I'm still suffering from dizziness because of the flying , so next year's holiday will be a road trip through France and northern Spain, I think.
Post by raspberrybullets on Sept 8, 2016 8:53:01 GMT
Lovely! I never made it to Barcelona, or anywhere in Spain during our Europe escapades. Last year we made it to Lanzarote in Canary Islands, which technically is Spain, but it's not quite the same.
The sight filled the northern sky; the imensity of it was scarcely conceivable. As if from Heaven itself, great curtains of delicate light hung and trembled. Pale green and rose-pink, and as transparent as the most fragile fabric, and at the bottom edge a profound fiery crimson like the fires of Hell, they swung and shimmered loosely with more grace than the most skillful dancer. ~ Northern Lights