David and I had reunited in London after almost four months apart.
In the weeks before there had been an exhausting flurry of activity and my son came and helped me with the last of my moving and fixing things around the house for the new renters. It was strange putting all my possessions into the the tiny storage room off the garage and handing over the the keys, and the dogs, to this family. I got choked up saying goodbye to Ryan, and it was all more difficult than I had anticipated.
I spent the night at a friends, took care of some banking, and the next afternoon I was off to the airport. The direct flight to London was no fun, but I was the luckiest one, with a row of three sets to myself.
David met me at London Gatwick and lugged my heavy bags back to his sister, Sheena's, lovely flat in a really nice part of London.
The next few days were a blur of spectacular sites and jet lag. We visited pubs, cathedrals, spent time with Sheena, and saw a production of Phantom of the Opera. Amazing!
Soon it was time to jump on a plane to Barcelona! The three days there were a whirlwind too, lots of walking the town and waterfront, a bus tour to see the sights, and the Sagrada Famiglia, Goudi's famous unfinished masterpiece. It was so beautiful. I'm glad David made me go !
The stress of packing up my life, quitting my jobs, and saying goodby to friends family and dogs, and maybe the uncertainty about the future was getting to me. Combined with the fast paced nature of our traveling ( oh poor me). and limited sleep, and I was a bit of a wreck. Badly in need of some rest.
A day at the beach and exploring the small costal town of Peniscola was just what the doctor ordered.
The beach hotel overlooked the old castle, which we explored in the evening. Built by the Knights Templar, it sat on top of a hill jutting out into the sea, for many centuries.
I loved relaxing Peniscola and there was excellent pizza at pizzeria Napoli!