Heading home; the last leg
Final leg; Our journey home. What a trip! Unimaginable beauty and enjoyable in pretty much every way. We have taken in so much, in such a short period of time, we keep asking each other “what city was it where …?” Every day seemed to include a favorite moment. It’d be impossible to single one out. In Barcelona, we asked the hotel to hail a cab for us to take us to the airport. We waited and waited; nothing. We saw cabs across the street, so we walked over there. Still, no one wanted to stop or they were occupied. The front desk person crossed the street and confronted us, seemingly upset that he was about to loose the kick-back from the cab company. He angrily asked if we wanted to cancel “his” cab? “Yes!”, we wondered off over the couple of additional blocks to where we knew we could catch a cab; the train station. Traffic wasn’t too bad so we found ourselves at the air...