Life in a nutshell, 'cos it's better if you're nuts!
Today was a day of preparing ourselves for the inevitable end of the holiday.
A big church on a hill, with a fairly underwhelming theme park beneath it.
A wet day, but in an enjoyable way.
A lot of geocaches, and a bit of dentistry.
Today was the planned day for a bit of monk-on-a-mountain action. I’d been here before, in 1973, but that was a long time ago.
Every holiday has a day like this. The one where we don’t do anything.
This was our mid point, and the girls celebrated by climbing some trees.
We were supposed to be going to Barcelona to see at some of Antoni Gaudí’s more obvious contributions.