Well, things here are winding down. In a week, I will be stateside
once again.
The three and a half weeks in Spain and Portugal were amazing, and
I met loads of cool people along the way. I spent a few days in Lisbon;
then headed to Lagos where I stayed for four days lounging about on the
beach, then rented cars with some people and road tripped it from there
to Pamplona (16 hr drive - each way- from the most southwestern part of
Portugal to one of the most northeastern parts of Spain) for the Running of the Bulls, then back to Lagos for a couple of days; also
rented some mopeds for a day and drove out to Sagres (once thought to be
the end of the world); next I headed over to Cadiz for four days more
lounging on the beach and sleeping on rooftops in hammocks; then on to
Granada for a few days where I stayed on top of a mountain (in the
Sierra Nevadas) across from the Alhambra (an old Moorish palace, which
sits on top of one of the other mountains); and then back here to
Swansea.
The trip with my seastar was great as well. A few days in Paris, a
week in Wales, and a few days in London. All in all the last 6 weeks
have been quite mah-vah-lous. I'll be leaving for Ireland day after
tomorrow, and then, after a few days there, I will be flying to Chicago.
Four flights in under a week... look at my frequent flyer miles soar,
hah. Traveled for 17 hours straight yesterday... a hike down the
mountain, a taxi, a bus, the metro, a plane, another bus, a train,
another train, and a taxi later I had gone from the top of a mountain in
Granada to Madrid to Bristol to Cardiff to Swansea. Not too bad I
suppose.
