A prickly pear

We tried to get forgiveness at the monastery, but were thrown out. Even Scooby made a dirty protest on the pilgrimage back down the hill. We made new friends during a late lunch by the sea. Later wrinkle removal attempts included Turkish baths and a severe pulverising by a lovely Argentinian masseuse. Even more face masks this evening. We will return 40 years younger, which of course means we aren’t even born yet. Hoorah!