Adios, Espana!

So I'm sitting on the bed at the Nuevo Boston Hotel in Madrid.  It's a conference and business center full of busy people scurrying to this meeting or that one, and almost everyone speaks perfect English.  Our driver picked us up from the train station, and as we drove into the city (the new/modern city - not the old city centre), I came to the realization that I'd not seen a modern city (or the modern section of a city) in almost a month.  Sigh.

So we bid a fond and sentimental farewell to Spain.  We will undoubtedly take it home with us.  I expect we'll be speaking Spanish to each other for at least a week or two.  I'll go to the market and look for olives and Spanish olive oil.  I'll find a recipe for paella.  It'll be great.  But it won't be the same.

That's the hard part about traveling...at some point it's time to go home.  That time has come.

Thanks for keeping up with us.  I keep a travel blog not only for you, but for me...next week I'll look back and read all my posts and feel the warmth all over again that I've felt from this country and it's people.

Adios, Espana.