Catch Up 2

Najera to Santo Domingo de la Calzada I wake with my left knee throbbing. There is a trigger point nearly as large as a 20 cent sphere lodged in the tendons beside my knee cap. We pack our bags and head out of our room, hmmmm I can only walk down the stairs one at…

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Our last full day in Paris commences with us being good Aussies proud to fulfil our civic duty. Voting at an embassy is a different experience however the forms are the same as it ever was. The experience is simple yet bizarre in some indefinable manner. Pam has been to Paris twice before this trip,…