As every story ends sometimes somehow, also every trip has an end. Sometimes this end is funny, sometimes it is sad, sometimes you like to remember the time before the end, sometimes you try to forget - at least - that it finally ends! The last weeks in Spain where from this kind of material: were hard, were funny; we did some climbing and exploring, talked some stories and had some drinks. We where in Albarracín - my new/old home - exposed to the elements. But it (finally) ends as it began - with my friends!
Kisses to Dani and Vidal, to Pablo and Escobar!