Aftermath . . .

We arrived late and bleary for a midday breakfast at Macondo . . .

We returned to clean up the workshop, receive our certificates and have a final jam together . . .

Beer o'clock was late today. In fact for some, it never arrived!

We went for a light lunch at Macondo . . .

. . . .and prepared to say our goodbyes . .

We had a final photoshoot in the late afternoon and those guitars looked GREAT!

Eric popped in to say goodbye to his spiritual leader, Bob Baldon . . . .

We dropped Daniel off at the port to go back to Ibiza to fly back to Dusseldorf, we said goodbyes to Frank and Peter, thanked Eki for his patience and skill and returned a casa one more time before my early flight home to London and then directly to Munich . . .

But it was the seventh day, and we rested . . .

But still had the energy to run through our set to our audience of one . .

The last evening was it's usual stunning self and I said goodbye to the Formentera sunset for the last time . . .

No more hasta . . .  .

Sadly . .