In Barcelona we ate ham and sobrasada and took the train to Girona, which we loved, and toured the Gaudi park, which we didn't, and heard Bach in a cathedral. We all like Fanta limon and patatas bravas, but the thing I will miss most about Barcelona is L'Ascensor. (Go there! Order a pomada.)
Owen bought a magic set, the instructions to which were in Spanish thereby rendering it useless and him tearful. Isabel bought a sundress that she might wear to middle school graduation. Mark watched soccer with true soccer fans in a bar, twice. I bought a pair of fashion-forward shoes that I may never wear, but like to look at.
The other day something (this) made me laugh so hard that Owen rudely yelled at me to STOP because I was interrupting The Witches of Waverly Place dubbed into Spanish. I thought, wow, I've developed quite a hearty belly laugh to go along with my belly. And then something else happened later that day and I laughed again and realized I didn't have a new "fat" laugh. It had just been a really long time since I'd laughed.
|crazy sea creature and paella|
We're home again now and while I'm happy to see our goats and to catch up on The Killing, mostly I'm sorry this vacation is over. It was very, very special.
Do you know what I didn't miss?