A few days of recovering a pretty sick couple of girls (Charlotte followed Eliza's strep with double ear infections) , days seeing whatever sights we could --- before we knew it, it was time to pack up and move on again.
Too soon for my liking.
We'd finally mastered these narrow streets. Park and walk is best, back up if you can and must make way, and always watch for pedestrians who have every right and stop for nothing.
Above all, Remember: At any moment someone can and will step out of their front door into the street blindly ... including children.
Celia found the Barber of Seville which in her theater world was pretty great.
Just an early morning and a man herding goats with his dog.
I loved the old world detail everywhere. On every building, every walk, every edging.
We peppered in down days with little people between our big kid adventures.
I constantly reminded myself not to forget this.
Spain grows some pretty big bugs. But who wouldn't grow big and strong in that lush, sunny environment?
So there was some downtime to just sit and enjoy the pool and sun as we worked out those details.
Charlotte put a hundred miles on this baby stroller.
That girl has more baby-love than anyone I've ever seen and it hurts my heart that someone has to be the baby of our family ... and that someone is her.
Newel and I took a date night on the last night to enjoy the simplicity of Spanish cuisine.
If there's one thing I want to take home, it's the ease of creating meals out of natural and readily available ingredients.
Spain will always be my first love.