Final Night Holiday Traditions

 As holiday tradition holds that......

...... Darrell and I took our obligatory, small bottle of Asti Spumante to a quiet spot by the sea, to say a very fond farewell to our hotel ........

 ...... and a beach full of memories.

It's been different ...... a new country, on an island to which we were total strangers , with new food, culture and language(s), to wit Spanish and German, plus the familiar in the many SPAR's! 

It's been a little odd without the ever fragrant Alice and Eric so it will be wonderful to see them again, but I'm sure there will be many more adventures for us all to share together in the future.

We then gave each other a little time to be alone with our thoughts ........

 ...... before Darrell declared it was finally time to go back to the very first restaurant that we, upon arrival, had enjoyed our first meal on Spanish soil, to wit a very wonderful tuna pizza and where he had also spied one of their sizzling steaks and decided that we should return for one on our last night.

Let's just say .......

...... it did not disappoint. It was the perfect last meal to end a very perfect holiday!