The Last of the Fun...For Now...

Jack Handy, an American writer, once said that if they ever came up with a swashbuckling school one of the courses should be 'Laughing, Then Jumping off Something'.  I would have to agree.  For some reason Andrew and I decided that every day of our trip should end with us jumping off something, or just jumping, and there was definitely always laughter involved.  We had to do lots of jumping too, it's not always easy to time the jump right to get it caught on camera.  Here's some of the best, and as you will see, Andrew is the jumper in our house.Our first jump, France.  We hadn't yet realised how hard it is to jump without opening our mouths.  It's hard, I tell ya.
Our motorway stop jump, France.  Note once again, the open mouths.
In front of the bay in Laida, Spain.  I think I was doing an air angel (badly cause notice my feet are about 1cm off the ground).
The beach, Noja, Spain.  I'm unsure of the state of our mouths here.
Noja, Spain, jumping in a small tent cause it's raining outside?  Hard.  We took about 15 photos and all I seem to be doing is falling over.  I think it was the lack of oxygen.
Tordesillas, Spain.  Not technically the end of the day, but it was siesta so everyone else was asleep (hence the irreverent jumping in the Real Convent cause no one was around to see us).
Sao Jacinto, Portugal.  The campground had these crazy, retro cabins so they had to be included in our jump photos.  They were green and orange, aaaah, the 70s.
Sao Jacinto, Portugal.  The tent.  Outside this time.  Much easier.  Andrew says that when I jump like this my head stays in the same place, it's just my legs that move.  I've gotta work on that.
Porto, Portugal.  Again, not the end of the day but we had to have photos with this crazy exhibition.  Artists had been given a mannequin to artistic upon and they were placed all along this square.  there must have been almost 100 of them and it was awesome.  We asked a lady to take the picture of us jumping.  It amused all the winos sitting around the square.  We're always good for a laugh.
Luarca, Spain (the rain in Spain does NOT fall mainly on the plains).  We'd tried the whole jumping in the tent thing, so we opted for a new style, jumping with the umbrella.  I think Andrew's doing a fab Mary Poppins.

Luarca, Spain.  This was on the cliff in our campsite.  I think we eventually got one of us jumping at the same time but I loved these two.  And it shows how bad we are at jumping at the same time.  (Note the hydrangeas to the right, the campsite was full of them, and they were HUGE.  It reminded me of Grandma Mac and now Trinny.)
Somewhere in France.  It was spit-spotting rain, we were tired from driving all day, and we'd failed to get photos of us jumping from the tyres.  This was the last one, and it worked.  This was the last night before we got home.  We didn't take a jump photo when we got back to Amsterdam.  Unless you count Linny's birthday pic!

So, that's it.  Our holiday.  In 93 pictures.  And a whole lot more words.  And even more memories...