Memories of Andalucia

I found a most wonderful calendar last week and put it above the couch in my bedroom. First thing I see when getting into my flat. March is showing the Plaza de Toros in Puerto de Santa Maria. Ahhh, only three years ago I had been there! I remember it well! For now, it's memories only.
I can't even dream of travelling right now. Three more days, and then I'm allowed to work again, my doctor told me today. No after work theatre evening either, of course. I had been looking forward to Kaminski on air with my collegues at Deutsches Theater this Tuesday. Yeah, well, sigh.
Instead, after shopping food and lemons to last me a week, and in between hot steam baths and infrared lamps, I enjoy a good book (the Berlin-Istanbul-Trilogy by Emine Sevgi Özdamar), and start thinking of travelling again. Later this year.
Andalucia would be great to go to. But no, not this time. I was invited to join a trip to another corner of the world. Tomorrow I'll tell you where to...