Today is my last day in Venta Micena.

Originally, I thought that, in order to leave, I would need to stand by the road for hours, hoping for a car to pass by and give me a ride. And I am not saying “for hours” because people wouldn’t stop, but because that’s the frequency of cars around here.

But then, I discovered that Venta Micena has its own airport.

¡Hasta luego!

Actually, I got material for more than 30 days, meaning there will be several articles about Andalusia in the next months. I want to introduce you to some of the towns in the area and tell you about the mountains I climbed. I had also promised you a look inside a cave house. And the cats actually recently had very sweet kittens, which I am sure you want to see, too.

Now, I am curious to read your opinion about the idea to illustrate my life at a new place by publishing a photo and just a few sentences every day.

Belatedly, as is always the case with good ideas, I thought that this approach would have worked very well in Vienna, where I spent two months this summer. There, my life was also much more varied and visually more appealing than desert, mountains and ruins all the time. I probably won’t try it in Calgary, because photographing a pile of snow every day will be boring. And three months really seem too long for such a project.