thursday: went to the new hotel in fornells. it turned out to be a real posh hotel, with mirrors and gold and heavy furniture everywhere. nice nice. spent the day in girona; walked on the high scary wall, walked in narrow streets, walked by the almost empty river, walked and walked and walked. didn't find the little lion that you were supposed to touch to be allowed to come back. shame, i wouldn't mind going back...

friday: walked to fornells de la selva, a teeny weeny town/village surrounded by fields. nice nice. a few hours in the afternoon i spent on a curly chair by the pool, doing some work. the husband tried the pool and had some sun. (i had enough sun the first day, so the rest of the week i had to stay in the shadows, with a flowery scarf covering my neck...) then we walked and walked and walked some more.

saturday: got up. had our last wonderful croissant-breakfast. croissants with strawberry jam and strong coffee is so much more fun than wholemeal bread and juice! took the bus to the airport. took a plane. took a bus. took a train. took another bus. walked. and came home to the parents in tierp.

today: went home.

we've been walking a lot this week, and every night i have gone to bed with aching feet. i never remember to bring better shoes...  ¶ 8:41 PM