Where next for you Señor Carbòn?
Oooh, it is very exciting, Amiga Jac! Claro, we still have many goodbyes in Cornwall (today was Fowey), but next Tuesday we will have a last visit with Auntie Kate and Best Amigo Reuben (this is triste, sad, NOT exciting) before we take a cruise from Plymouth to Roscoff in Brittany.
THAT is exciting because Brittany is the land of Apples on the Ground. I ate so many my first time there that ML feared for my tummy, but I am a Spanish gentleman who (almost) never loses my deleeeeecious food on the inevitably white carpet.
Pues, four days in a leeeeetle room on a farm in Brittany, then we get in the TARDIS which will magically and instantly (for me, not so much for ML) deliver us to Regensburg. There we will see Nadine (and naughty Maja) to give her the TARDIS keys (and the supply Tesco’s Finest English Breakfast Tea that we are smuggling with us) and then get in the big metal No Wee Tube (aka the airplane) and not so instantly (seriously, no es muy divertido when you cannot wee and must lay on the FLOOR - Pfft!) be delivered to Cookie Man Land (aka San Francisco).
Es mucho, no? I may be getting too old for this. I KNOW that ML is getting too old for this.
Pues, in September we are back in Regensburg where the TARDIS, ML, and your Señor, we all get what the British call MOT’ed. Then we are ready to go into the great unknown (aka somewhere with a beach) until we are allowed back in Cornbeefwall. Full circle!
Are you not un poco sorry you asked? Just thinking about it makes my paws hurt a leeeetle bit. I just know she will make me walk and model 8 hours straight again in Venice. Qué pena!
Would some muy simpática amiga like to adopt me so that I can sit this one out? I may hide in Auntie Kate’s garden and refuse to leave Cornwall!
