Day “take off minus three non-travel days”

so folks. I can imagine that this will be  the last of the blogs. we were supposd to go to Toledo today, but there was mishap at the train station, the renfe workers were on strick, and we could not buy our ticket. we will try again tommorrow.

As for the pics.

lets start with Cadaques. the sleepy fishrmans village that stole my heart.

this pic is the statue that greets you when you walk into Dali´s crazy house.

This is the view from the roof of his crazy house. The man was obsessed with eggs. they are everywhere.

This picture is at Dali´s poolside. he had an outdoor terrace that he called the teacup garden where he would host his barbeques.

we then left cadaquez and moved to nice where we stayed with the lovely Brigite and her dog mishma. this place looked exactly the sme as it may have many years ago, and each room had a name. ours was te orange room.

we then arrived in beautiful corsica. my second home on this planet. this pic is the view from the first place we stayed.

we just relaxed and ate good foor and after a few days we moved to the tour. Constructed in the late 15 hundres by the Genoiese, or whatever they are called, this tour served the pirate watch.

it was here tthat we began to see my recnetly acquired allergy to “the Mediterrenean Mosquito” rear its ever so ugly head. I have omitted to include the picure of my ass for the faint of heart among you the readers.

this is me and mags enjoping a lovely mea out. I had my traditional cheve chaud salad. nothing can beat french goat cheese.

I earned my kep here by elling Bastelle to unsuspecing tourists and talking peoples faces off about how many times i had visited and how I learned to speak french. even after all of these years they can still tell that I am a forgeiner.

we skidaddled out of here to fast for my liking, i could spend all summer here, and went back to nice, unfortunatly we could not stay with brigitte.

We took the train all day, and on the last leg of our trip we were given a dinner, free booze, head phones and a movie. finally after 16 hours of no first class we had found our rightful home.

we arrived in Madrids gay barrio at midnight on pride and had to slug our luggage through a stew of partiers. this is the view of our smaller back street from our hostal balcon, which seemed like paradise once we finally made it. oh and some of the bakery gay-phenalia.

by this point my allergy is in full swing and I have several puss filled welts the size of peas on me. we went to the doc yesterday, god bless socialized medicine it cost we 24 euro´s for an anibiotic cream and a differnent pill and an anithystamine. I am still waiting for it to work.

This pic was taken yesterday at one of madrids many museo de jamons, a museum to the art of cured ham and bacon, i think i will end up here when i die.

This is Chndra´s four hundred and fifty sixth ice cream purchas. god does she love mint chocolate chip, or otherwise known as after eight.

and lastly but certainly not a small deal. tis is the inside of a very small shoe store. all over spain you see people sporting the canvas shoes with ratan sole. they are somehwat of an instituion, always in style and never boring. we had to wait outside in a line and people crowd the counter. infront of us in line were these cute italian gay boys who had been sent there specifically o buy shoes for their mommys. I of course just had to buy a pair, my Spain shoes.

so that concludes this episod. I have to go and meet CHandra for din-din. its is nealy 21:30 and the sun is finally starting to set. I hope you are all doing well and I will see you all on the other side.