Linus isn’t the youngest anymore. Sometimes he forgets he’s an old boy now. When we visited on Saturday and were ready to leave, he shot out the door and jumped down a couple of steps without a second thought for his brittle old bones… or ligaments. Poor baby.
We spent the first of May in the park, having a great old time. It couldn’t have been a better start to the month.
This marks the end of our little Barcelona adventure.
I miss my little Boldu buddy.
Not even the very expensive tickets could lessen my amazement about Sagrada Família.
What a nice guy!
