Just getting the bags sorted before hopping on el GoBus to el aeropuerto de Dublin.

Already I feel my consumption of Spanish wine from Aldi’s finest cellars beginning to bear fruit. Words like café con leche and dos cervezas are just tripping/dripping off the tongue. By the time the train rolls out of Estacion de Trenes de Santa Justa de Sevilla heading to Cadiz I should have sufficiently mastered the Iberian Lisp and be taken for a local.

Time to get moving….