Adios España - Until next time?

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Having time to relax in Finisterre, Santiago and Barcelona before heading home has been a welcome opportunity to wind down. Each place offered some magic. Here is Finisterre at sunrise from my room.

The weather in Finisterre cleared - from this . . .

to this . . .

Beach time at last, 
and local music with a hippy vibe.

I did a shell exchange. These ones are from Mollymook. My boots held out, even after being immersed in seawater.The bus trip from Finisterre was quick. I checked in at the Seminario Mayor- always comfortable and welcoming - and quiet, as this photo shows.

Some tapas - at a favourite spot.

Then over to the Arume music cafe
for a tribute show to George Harrison. 
The artist, Angel, did a great show - everyone enjoyed it. The next day I flew to Barcelona - a wonderful place, with time for the beach . . .
There are so many lively bars - lots of celebrating with Spain doing so well at Wimbledon and beating England in the European Championship - on the same weekend.
I dropped by a Jazz Club - that has a saxophone being used a beer tap - cool eh!
This morning I had breakfast at Camelia Art Cafe,  
and watched the cars from a table by the window.
Some shopping followed by lunch with Iris, a friend from the Camino del Norte - and it was off to the airport BY TAXI! (Believe it or not - yes, believe it)
I have checked into the Barcelona Airport Hotel and am preparing for an early morning departure.

My guitalele is a reminder of the people and places of these past couple of months in Spain. It is way too important to check in - I am taking it as carry on. 

Adios España until next time - whenever and wherever that may be . . . 


Comments

  1. Anonymous15 July 2024 at 23:58

    Have a safe flight Mike, we’ve enjoyed your journey C&S

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  2. Chrissy16 July 2024 at 12:59

    Love the holiday snaps. Enjoy the journey back home! Xx

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