Cafe

The shared taxi pulled up outside the villa at 9.25am and by 5.25pm we'd been transferred, flown and bussed all the way home to our flat.

For once we'd actually had a bit of time at the airport before departure and so, whilst the rest of my family went for a look round the shops, I just sat and watched the world of international travellers go by with a final cafe con leche and my camera. Until my family returned and I had another. A final final one.

An End Of Holiday Song Listened To On The Flight Home