Spain
June
2004
My good friend,
Pete Sanlon and I took ten days to explore the Meditteranean coast of
Spain.
Peter's home baked mussels were accompanied
perfectly by a bottle of the cheapest Spanish wine we could find.
Lost, but sometimes you discover the nicest
places this way.
Despite appearances, Pete is not experiencing
Messianic delusions.
We felt compelled to visit this little town we found on
the map, if for no other reason than this one:
so that we could tell everyone
that "we went to Jesus for lunch". On this occasion there were not 12 basket
fulls left over.
Pete's natural talent
for singing was, at times, irrepressible
(no matter how strongly I
discouraged him).
A
beautiful strip of Catalan Coastline
And another beautiful strip!
Lucius Maximus, A Christian and a Roman soldier
was buried here in Barcelona.
We were pretty excited to think that we'll meet
him on the last day.
The Latin inscription on his tomb reads, "In death,
victory!"
A little makeshift, beach side seafood
barbecue. Everything was going wonderfully well until we were angrily informed
by one of the locals (and his twelve hefty buddies) that the loose timber panels
we were using for barbecue fuel were actually building materials for his
house.
With his Northern Irish background, there's
only one way to settle an angry local dispute as far as Pete is
concerned!
The passion facade of the Gaudi cathedral in
Barcelona.
At the military museum
in Barcelona. This guard seemed particularly agitated about
something.
There are great ones, like Marco Polo, who led
Spanish explorations and conquests of exotic distant lands.
And there are
great ones like Pete and I ... who became sons of God through Jesus Christ
without lifting a finger!
However you great you
are, there comes a point when someone can really get on your
nerves.
A week with Pete was enough to make me want to give him an
express ride to glory!
Travel weary and tapas'd out, the intrepid travellers prepare
to go home.
