Almost home
We are now in Arles, last stop before we get home. I haven't had internet most of the time during this trip, so I have much to catch up...
One big news, is that we have brought this little red devil back home with us:
We have called her Lira, but we may have to change that to Lilith because she really is a little devil!
Here are all the cats in the very nice hotel room in Arles:
The hotel is a really nice stone house. I should take more pictures tomorrow. And they accept cats (the lady even came to the room to see them). Arles is a really, really nice town, with the most charming narrow streets and buildings. At least it would be if not for the bullfighting references I see everytime I turn a corner (no joke). There even is a bull head in the hotel lobby. We had dinner in an amazing little restaurant, quite by chance, but... guess what is in the menu as well. And they put a huge duck liver in Pim's plate. France is France I guess.
It is just so blatant and shameless, like I've actually never seen in Spain. But hey. I am from Catalonia after all. But really, anyway... I am a little appalled.
Oh well, home tomorrow with a HUGE load of stuff (amazing what fits in this car), which we have to reorganise at home, and cats ane everything, and Monday to work... it's gonna be a while until I catch up...
I actually didn't have time to do anything or see anyone of the little I had planned for Barcelona. The emptiying of my dad's flat and moving all his stuff out took virtually all of our time and then some...
One big news, is that we have brought this little red devil back home with us:
We have called her Lira, but we may have to change that to Lilith because she really is a little devil!
Here are all the cats in the very nice hotel room in Arles:
The hotel is a really nice stone house. I should take more pictures tomorrow. And they accept cats (the lady even came to the room to see them). Arles is a really, really nice town, with the most charming narrow streets and buildings. At least it would be if not for the bullfighting references I see everytime I turn a corner (no joke). There even is a bull head in the hotel lobby. We had dinner in an amazing little restaurant, quite by chance, but... guess what is in the menu as well. And they put a huge duck liver in Pim's plate. France is France I guess.
It is just so blatant and shameless, like I've actually never seen in Spain. But hey. I am from Catalonia after all. But really, anyway... I am a little appalled.
Oh well, home tomorrow with a HUGE load of stuff (amazing what fits in this car), which we have to reorganise at home, and cats ane everything, and Monday to work... it's gonna be a while until I catch up...
I actually didn't have time to do anything or see anyone of the little I had planned for Barcelona. The emptiying of my dad's flat and moving all his stuff out took virtually all of our time and then some...