Sorry this is coming way late, but it's the first chance I've had to update the blog in a LONG time.
This morning started off slow, Sandy caught a stomach bug and was up all night getting sick. However, and I credit Rich Reinhold for this, my immune system is pretty tough, so I managed to not catch whatever Sandy had and was totally fine this morning, so I took the opportunity to walk around Girona a bit more. I went down to Las Ramblas again where people were setting up the Saturday markets. All kinds of local artisans had tables out, displaying their crafts, and there were several local flower shop proprietors who brought out their finest. How I would love to live somewhere like here in Girona, a place where I could wake up in my flat on the Rambla, go down to my local café to pick up the morning coffee, watch the world pass by and then go to my favorite florist to pick up a fresh bouquet for the week. I'm slowly getting more convinced that my personality and preferred lifestyle is more suited to that of the Europeans.
It wasn't just the flowers for sale that were in bloom though, the whole city just seemed to be alive with spring. The weather was absolutely perfect, and what looked like cherry trees that lined the Gran Vía were showing off a resplendent pink that almost showered the down when the wind blue. This place is magical, and I wanted to soak in every last second I could before having to leave.
Girona in the morning. Absolute perfection.
The flower man selling his goods.
The flowers were BEYOND gorgeous!
This menu on Las Ramblas has Catalan, the language spoken in Catalonia.
Can I stay here?
Spring at its fullest and finest.
We left our hostel round noon and headed to the bus station to go to the Girona airport for our flight back to Edinburgh. There wasn't any real sadness for the trip to be over, as both Sandy and I were exhausted and just wanted to stay in the same bed for longer than three nights, and we were both tired of having to constantly be on the ball. We almost felt like we needed a vacation from our vacation! But, neither of us would trade our two week journey through España for anything. Over the past two weeks, we've taken planes, buses, trains, taxi cabs, ferry boats, and walked ourselves to death. We've covered more than 2000 miles, and it all began as we sat in the Starbucks on Market Street, pouring ourselves over literature about Spain, and reading Rick Steves' Guide to Spain as if it were the Bible. But all our planning paid off, and we felt a bit like Charley Boorman and Ewan McGregor, just finishing another adventure. As I look back on our trip, all the things we've done, and all the things we've seen, the only question I have is:
'When is our next adventure?'
