October 22-26, 2017. Sunday through Thursday.
I have been very lax about blogging about my European trip this half-year. I will try to do my best to catch up, albeit briefly, and pick up regularly from there. This time I left from Charlottesville, Virginia, where I am now living, with the new love in my life. Very early in the morning Nicole and I drove to Richmond, where we began the itinerary from hell because it was so inexpensive compared to other flights we couldn’t pass it up, affordability-wise. From Richmond we flew to New York City, then to Boston, where we had such a long layover we actually took the T into the city and walked along the beautiful Charles River and lay on a dock in the sun. Then our redeye flight went to Dublin, then to London, then to Alicante, Spain, and we arrived late at night on the 23rd, where one of my favorite blokes, Yoga Mark, picked us up and drove us the hour to Albir. We probably didn’t get to bed that night until well after 1:30 AM. The next morning, Tuesday the 24th, was our day to recover from jet lag. In the morning we ran up the beautiful path to the lighthouse, but I couldn’t nearly keep up, so I never made it up the lighthouse before she turned around and passed me going in the other direction, so I turned around then, too. Then we walked down the path to one of my favorite peaceful places, on the rocks by the sea, where we sat and talked a while. That afternoon (I think), Sheela drove us to the old town-castle of Guadalest, and we had a really nice time. The next day Mark took Gabriela, Nicole and Jesus, a fellow he works with, on a trek up Bernia mountain, which I found love and found exhilarating and beautiful. The next day it was time for Gab and I to plan for the retreat; Nicole sat in.