Yesterday, there were three of us for the the midweek Eucharist at St George's, honouring various British martyrs commemorated this week - St Alban, proto-martyr of England, Sts Julius and Aaron the Welsh proto-martyrs of Caerleon, all pre-Constantinian witnesses to Christ during the decline of the Roman Empire. After this the days was occupied with more shopping to get ready for Owain's arrival, and some evening exercise, walking east up the Malagueta promenade to the next barrio, a two miles there and back.
This morning, I walked to the Cercania terminus at the top end of the Alameda and caught the train out to the airport to meet Owain arriving from Bristol, just after ten. We took the train back to the Alameda, then walked the last mile back to the apartment, as he'd only brought a shoulder bag with him for his four day stay.
lunch, we walked into the Old Town for an initial exploration with commentary from Dad, going first to La Merced market, then to Atarazanas market. We then returned to La Malagueta so Owain could go for a swim before we had supper. It's great to have his company. It may be as long as 25 years since we last spent time on our own together - we're still trying to work it out.