Finally, a sad farewell

 Good morning, dear Blogger friends. As all good things do, the holiday in Spain came to an end. 

But hey ho! We had SUCH a wonderful stay with my dear sister Rose, and BIL, Pete. 

When Celia and I were shopping on our own, we desperately searched for a "fun medal".  But no such luck. That last Sunday while we sat in Pete's car hire business office, I spotted a medal hanging on the wall behind my nephew's desk.

When Rose popped into the powder room, Celia and I asked Mark if we could borrow it. He took it down and handed it to Celia. It was our intention to present Rose with a "Best driver and tour director" award.

The medal hanging on the wall behind my nephew, Mark

Medal of excellence awarded to Rose as the best driver, tour director, restrateur and hostess in Europe! 

We're grateful that the men in the office, humored us and even photographed the awards ceremony! 

And then it was time to be taken to the Malaga airport. Oh sigh. 

Just two weeks earlier we had been collected from here and Rose drove us to Fuengirola to start our Spanish holiday!

Although I'd been walking unaided on holiday, I had to use my crutches on the return trip for two reasons: 1) I had nowhere to store my crutches which had to return to SA and,  2) once again, we were booked  as asssisted travel on the airplane! What a pleasure! 

Celia turns to send Rose a heart gesture. 

I didn't turn around: goodbyes are just so sad 

Off to be checked into the boarding lounge

During the two-hour layover at Charles de Gaulle (Paris), I had an airport official trundle me through to the boarding lounge. Celia trotted alongside, taking photos!

After a pleasant overnight flight on Air France (we loved KLM on the way out but found Air France very professional on the way home), we landed at OR Tambo airport, Johannesburg, South Africa.

Back home we were assisted to the boarding lounge by a very friendly airport official. WE WERE HOME! 

THANK YOU ROSE AND PETE, FOR AN UNFORGETTABLE HOLIDAY!