Geriatrics on Tour or Herman the Hymer goes West: Granada and Murcia

We had a lovely overnight stop in the Sierra just outside of Granada - waking up to a cloudy skies but pleasant all the same. It was gloomy in the cab too. We were sad that the journey had come to an end but at the same time happy to be home at last. The journey had been fraught at times but I would never have missed it for the world. We had seen sights that most people will never see - high up in the Sierras - not on roads that we had planned to take but none the less we would not have wanted to miss it. Home is sweet and as I arrived I recalled the song my father always used to sing when I returned from my overseas travels "the longest mile is the last mile home". I have thought about my family a lot on this trip and have so many memories that I want to share with them and also wonderful sights that I would dearly love to show my grandchildren. Thank you for sharing my blog and I hope that you have enjoyed some of my ramblings.

Sierra Nevada on our last day