We are having so many adventures that it is hard to keep up, amigos! This is what happens when we are about to leave Cornwall for Germany. It makes ML sad so she runs around saying goodbye to everything one last time. But never fear, it does not make ME sad, because I am a positive Señor who knows that future adventures - and meals - are just as exciting.
Sí, sí, that is a leeeetle too deep for 6:30 in the morning, but that is how I roll. And also a way to introduce more photos of the last few days, all jumbled together. Ojalá!
First up, primero, here is more of our tour of the home of Doc Martin, Fisherman’s Friends, and more importantly, the amazing place where once a simpatico hombre on the harbour gave me half of his deleeeecious sandwich. That moment lives forever in my head, de verdad!
Port Isaac, te quiero, I love you.
A typical windy Cornish lane
A house with the Cornish flag. Ohhhh, could we live there?
Or maybe here, that would be muy bien too.
There are always many dog amigos to play with on the beach.
All the old fishermen’s houses are on little lanes that are fun to explore.
Oh, here I am posing my heart out!
A phone box that still has a phone in it. So rare it needed TWO poses to do it justice.
A wall? Who knows why ML takes some of these. Needs more Señor!
