Fins aviat

…basically means see you soon in Catalán! I’m on my way to the USA. I’m anxious to spend time with my friends and the grandson I haven’t seen since he was born last November! Knowing I’m all set to return to Begur in mid-September feels good. I have my ticket, my dog mule, a plan…

Having a place to stay each year for however long I decide, absent any time during the summer or Christmas, is very reassuring. The apartment is not mine, but I have no responsibility for upkeep, and I have the most fabulous view! Those of us who live on my street constantly say how lucky we are and how we are in the best location on earth.

It was an interesting drive to France this year. When planning the trip with a stop in Pamplona on July 1, it didn’t occur to me that the festivities for the running of the bulls would begin a week early! The festivities around San Fermín officially begin on July 7, but the streets were already packed with revellers. And not just tourists. The locals seemed to be enjoying every minute.

And why would I ever think that the Tour de France might interfere with my trip across the Basque coast of Spain? The race started on July 1 in Bilbao, Spain. We arrived in Bilbao on July 2 and then drove to San Sebastián, Spain where there seemed to be no parking in the whole city as the cyclists flew through on the race’s second day! It was only a minor delay.

Last week I wrote about being Zsa Zsa, but once upon a time someone called me Susie Catalana. I like that name. It’s me too. And not to brag, but I got a 92 on my Catalán final exam!

I probably won’t write again until September, so keep cool and enjoy life!!

Bye!