It’s a conundrum: if I take the time to write about all that happens while traveling, I don’t have time to actually HAVE anything happen! As we are now morphing into our “Moroccan” travel selves, it’s time to let go of Spain. But ... but ... there is so much more ... so many wonderful people ... interesting encounters ... so I decided to share a few photos and quick notes. To be elaborated on at a later date ...
Four generations of blacksmiths: Elois is the 4th one, and Bonaventura his dad the 3rd. Here with mom, Sylvie and daughter for the Day of the Dead.
Nuría — surprise surprise: not just a place for enlightenment after all! Unless one considers skiing as a way to Enlightenment I guess.
Sant Joan de Abadesses: Rosa and Dolores, our guardian angels
The Mosque-Cathedral of Cordoba. Most extraordinary history. Up to the present ... it’s not more than two years ago that Moin’s dad was forbidden from praying here by police. Layers and layers of cultures mixing (or not!) in some surprising ways sometimes.
Olé —- what intensity mama mia!
Moto GP Valencia en famille ... Mike, Nairi, Elena and Aymeric
oops! And this is thanks to Aymeric, he’s the one who got the best video of it
El Metropol Parasol de Sevilla
Sevilla: break dancing and roller skating under the Metropol Parasol. A place for everybody ...
Spaniards love pedestrian zone with tiny streets. That brought about an interesting encounter with the police
Our last night in España ...