Sally and I attended the flamenco opera and WOW, it was sensational. So much grace and passion; I almost expected the stage to ignite. It was absolutely wild, watching the woman manage the long, ruffled train on her dress while never slowing her pace.
Oh, for a body like hers.
Is it too late to take up flamenco dancing?
On the walk back, we encountered a marvelous religious procession, this being Good Friday. Sally is still back there taking pictures–she’s taller and younger–but I could only see the tops of things.
Tomorrow is our last full day in Barcelona. It’s hard to believe.
We’ve had such a wonderful time here, but there truly is no place like home.