Fine coating of sea spray. Reprimanded by the Policia for sleeping on the beach.
It is an exciting day. Today I reach Spains most southern point, Tarifa, before returning to Sevilla to meet Caroline again.
And when we do meet it is terrific. The people fill the streets, we drink a cold beer on church steps, then Tinto Vernano by the river, catching up quietly beneath the loud conversations of spanish, and the sound of flamenco that flows along the streets of Triana. The evening is warm, and we are both happy.
