A marathon runner and the final lap

#7 Aguadulce

I have to look twice: Yes, that's right, Aguadulce with a "g". I had our destination on our travel plan spelled as Aquadulce. Tanja, our daughter who unfortunately had to stay at home because she had to work, laughed at me a lot. To not let her have that pleasure again, I'd rather take a second look.

As we set off on our last leg from Calpe on Saturday, our hearts beat a little faster. 350 kilometers still separated us from our destination. No bad news from the engine, no streams flowing through the interior of our mobile home, all the dogs fit - so much luck all at once was hard to believe.

The last kilometers put a smile on our faces that stretched from ear to ear. A marathon runner who enters the stadium for the final lap after 42 kilometers can't feel any better. Well, we didn't have to run ourselves, but behind us were not just 42 kilometers, but 3,000.

We arrived on time at the agreed meeting point with our landlady, who had arranged for her mother and aunt to hand over the keys. The two nice ladies didn't have to explain much, we wouldn't have listened anyway. We were blown away by the view from our twelfth-floor apartment. A window front with a clear view of the harbor, the beach, and the wide sea, which shimmered in the afternoon sun all the way to the horizon. Icke and I looked at each other. We knew that in this moment we were both thinking and feeling the same thing: five weeks here, above all the worries of this world, the sun, the sea - that alone made all the effort worth it.