So with less than 10 hours in transfer I opted to stay a night close to the airport. So close I was on the tarmac in an old Boeing 747!! Hilarious. At 5am I reluctantly drag my luggage out into blustering winds and on the icy pathway (Stockholm has had a record winter of snowfall) and head back to the airport. The landscape changes dramatically during the course of my flights today. From Scandinavian whiteness to the green hills of southern Spain I feel that spring has finally fought winter off. The blue waters off Barcelona make me smile just seeing the ocean (without ice bergs) and remind me that back home you are just coming out of summer. Twinges of jealousy float up…
Killing time in Malaga we kill a couple of hours in the sun, and a visit to the beach. It definitely aint Bondi but for now it’ll do because tomorrow we are back on snow training.
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