Everyday is Pink Saturday in France and Spain

When this is posted, I’ll be on the final leg of the TransAtlantic crossing. We will dock in Galveston, Texas, Sunday morning after an amazing 21-day adventure that I will never forget. You’ll probably be sick and tired of my trip before long…I took pink pictures in every port and plan to use them until the well runs dry.  The first set I want to share are the flower markets. They were one of the first things we noticed when we landed in Barcelona.

 

This is the view from the little cafe where you take your coffee or ice cream. And in Funchal, Madeira, Portugal, you might buy your pink petals from a woman in traditional garb.

Sorry the quality is so bad, my camera was trying to tell me it wasn’t ready, but would I listen? Nope, snapped the shot anyway and made a mess of it. And it wasn’t just in the markets, but on the hillsides and in the treetops. This hydrangea is HUGE, but you can’t get a frame of reference  to appreciate its size. But you can see the delicate pink.

Well, I’ll be home for our next pink celebration. I’ve missed visiting, but at 55 cents a min., I’ve had to be offline until I am home again. See you next week when I rejoin the weekly party.