On our way home from the Caucasus we spent a day in Riga, Latvia. Adrian told me that there would be cats on every corner. The souvenir shops were full of felined-themed merchandise, and we did find the Black Cat House, but the actual kitties hid from us in secret spaces. However, despite this minor disappointment, we had a lovely day strolling around the city and exploring its parks and cafés.

Alas, a multilingual announcement came over the loudspeakers on the boat, and impassively stated that we would not be stopping in Gibraltar as promised, due to rough seas. Adrian and I both have a monkey-shaped hole in our hearts. Straight onto Malaga, Spain.