It could not have been more magical.
I went down to the “catedral’ to find a place to leave Ray’s ashes. I found the perfect park bench, and allowed myself to rest there only to be overwhelmed again, and momentarily saddened. Just as I was giving Ray to Sevilla, a religious procession proceeded right next to me and a flock of white doves surrounded me. It was perhaps one of the most magical moments of my life. The music, the place, the faces, the life that he would have so loved.
Gracias a Dios Ray por tu. I begin my journey home tomorrow…so utterly changed by this trip.