We left Bilbao and took the train to Fuengirola. It was packed train and we had to stand the entire ride which did a number on knees and hips. The jostling, twisting and bumping was not the best medicine. We limped over to the apartment where we were able to get in early. Over the next day or three we went to the store for essentials and then went back to fill the fridge. At first we had a hard time getting the stovetop to work but eventually figured it out. We also picked up our goodies at the 4:20 social club. I walked over to the storage bin and Ubered back with all our luggage. We did a few loads of laundry but the washing machine door eventually refused to open. We finally got help after three days and apparently the fix is to bang on the door. We also had our big bags delivered and we were able to open them up and find all the things we packed in them 6 months ago. Some of the great re-discoveries included my Galabeni from Egypt, warm clothes (not yet needed) and some personal hygiene products.
A giraffe cafe in the terminal
A broken chair, we did not break it!
Stove locked out
Three different pans but it worked in the morning!
Our front door for the next month
Reunited and it feels so good! Oue suitcases made it here from Bilbao
Let me out!
The caterpillar becomes a butterfly
Answer to some long standing questions about the whereabouts of certain bits of clothing
Tea Towels too
So many bags to carry so many things to put into bags
These things need to get washed, but the door is stuck
Our view from the balcony
At 4:20 social club, the bathroom indicator signs
In the ladies
A but more rude in the mens
Me and Mr. Hanke
An old friend
A new possibility
It has been 4 years and 114 days since we began our Migration
