Last month, we took a trip to explore southern Spain and Portugal. We weren’t expecting to love it as much as we did (not having anything in the area we desperately wanted to see) but it was a fabulous trip. I recommend Andalucia to all.
- We were in for some late nights. Restaurants don’t open until about 8:30pm. This was bound to prove interesting as our girls are accustomed to a 7:30pm bedtime.
- If one is interested in seeing the Alhambra, one should not wait until showing up in the city to arrange for tickets. Or one might find oneself, and family, not admitted.
Flamenco dancing, walks through streets littered with fallen oranges, delicious Spanish wine, parks, churches, and many pharmacies in the hopes of combating my daughter's nasty stomach bug.
Lagos was beautiful. We marched down to the coast—the nearly empty coast—and dipped our feet in the water. The water was easily 50 degrees. Very cold. We were the only fools with suits on.
Edward: I think I’m going to go in.
Me: Ha. Have fun.
Edward: I think we should go in.
Me: We? You want me to go in too?
Edward: We did come all this way.
Me: I must really love you.
It was shockingly cold, but strangely invigorating.
I really do love that man.
Lisbon proved to be a fabulous city, and one of our new favorites. The food, the culture, the environment, the people. We visited the birth site of St. Anthony of Padua (who knew he wasn't Italian?), I pulled out Clare's very wiggly tooth at lunch, we enjoyed views of the waterfront, & even managed to squeeze in a soccer game one evening.