Back in Spain for a few days, laying low. I picked it up first, Camel Fever we're calling it. AKA Montezuma's revenge. Was it that wonderful salad or shaking hands with the souk vendors, agreeing on a deal? We thought we were being so careful, Ali Baba and I. In the five days in Morocco I went through an entire package of sanitizing wipes. Tap water never crossed my lips. That bug was determined to get us.
No pun intended, the only photo I've gotten in our brief period back in Spain are delicious fartons:
Seriously, as you can see, that is the name of the light and long pastries from Valencia, intended to be dunked in a glass of horchata. The ones we particularly enjoy are stuffed with lemony vanilla custard.
Goodbye Spain. Tomorrow we leave for the final leg of this adventure, a transatlantic cruise back to North America.
I'm not too sad as we're sailing home to our new reality with good friends. Not the house we're used to returning to, the one that recently had a temporary power pole installed, as it's being prepped for demolition. We're on our way to temporary quarters while we progress on our own partial demolition and rebuild. A journey of a different kind.
For the time being I'll be going back to my usual once per week blogging schedule. Stay tuned.