We woke up yesterday in Andorra, beneath snow capped mountains and, this morning we woke up to the sounds of the ocean in Spain. Tonight — or tomorrow, or next year, whatever — we’ll go to sleep in … exotic Indiana.
Yeah.
Anyway.
Here’s the ocean, just outside our hotel room last night.
We walked down to feel the sand and hear the sound and touch the too chilly water for just a moment, before our cab to the airport came along.
This trip, like so many of our wonderful trips, was planned by my lovely bride. She’s undefeated on amazing trip planning.
Except for when they end. She hasn’t figured out how to keep them going and going and going yet.
Just give her time.
