Casita

The little apartment downstairs from us. Just over a week to go before the dreaded trip to Jerez airport and leaving the place we now think of as home. But my hospital appointment awaits me and there is no escape unless extinction rebellion block the runway at Stansted, storms cancel the flight, or the railways finally collapse for good, none of which is impossible. Hopefully my eye will heal ok, and we’ll be back sipping Palo cortado and listening to the plaintive cry of flamenco before too long.