We took a train to the border town of Villa Real, looked about, then took the ferry to Spain. Here we’re waiting for the ferry. The trip is like going from Dartmouth to Halifax, but it takes you to another country..Spain.
This was on the wall of the ferry terminal. We’ve seen some unusual translations. Frank had to actually tell me this one meant don’t use big bills. Duh me.
This was in Ayamonte, Spain, but could be anywhere, and is universally appealing.
While we were out, and late into our evening back “home”, we were also making the decisions no one has to about their pet, but with our ultimate decision leading to Daisy having a bowel resection surgery after she had eaten something that lodged in her bowel and destroyed a section of it. For all of you who can get pet insurance, do so ASP. We don’t have it, but touch wood if all goes well, we still have Daisy, if no future holidays.