Well, my bags are packed and I am ready to go. This morning I woke early and decided to go for a run along the river. Things were going fine until it started to spinkle a little and I thought no biggie, rain never hurt anyone. After about an hour, it started to rain a little harder, and since I was already wet (or so I thought) I decided to keep heading in the direction of home. Finally when I had passed the point of any shelter, it downpoured, I mean serious downpour. By the time I got to my flat I was soaked through and through. (now I know what wet really is, I don't think my shoes will be dry by morning). Coming into our building I noticed that it was in fact raining inside as well. The water had flooded on the roof and was coming in under the door and flowing over the stairs all the way down to the bottom. (Sorry no pics of that, I was too concerned at this point to getting myself inside and dried out). After a warm shower and dry clothes I snapped the pictures of the streets below my flat. While doing this I heard my name from across the street and saw the sister Missionaries out on their balcony watching the water flow as well. I guess it was just Spain's way of saying goodbye, Seattle style. :)
The ships.
The colorful flowers.
Dock art.
Tall buildings.
Pigs the Market is famous for.
and of course the Fish Mongers. :)
