Reunited

After 2100 miles, I am reunited with my boy. And all my fears that he wouldn't remember me after 6 months, well I needn't have worried.

We had an emotional reunion for a few minutes. Since then, he has ignored me. It's his way.

He has had a good haircut, packed his flip flops and is ready for his new life in Spain.

Is Spain ready for him, I wonder?