Even after two days at home, I still can’t seem to find my place in this time zone. Jet lag has worn me out. So please allow me to simply share three photos from our travels that make me smile each time I see them.
View from the old city wall, Barcelona
(What it must have been like to stand there, centuries ago.)
Eliza, Tim and Katie
How I loved exploring Barcelona with this crowd!
walking through the charming city of Valencia
I never thought I’d find myself in the coastal city of Valencia, Spain–I didn’t even know of Valencia if you want to know the truth of it–and yet here I am, loving every minute. We’ve walked and walked and walked, climbed ancient church bell towers, been on tours where we heard such comments as built by the Moors in 700 (which I cannot get my head around), looked out from the towers that formed the entrance to this walled city in the 11th century.
Wow. Just wow.
I’ve always wondered what it’s like behind the gorgeous exteriors of buildings in these historic cities. Thanks to my husband’s great planning and the fine folks at Friendly Rentals, now I know.
Before we head to Valencia, here’s a look at our pretty apartment in Madrid!
the living room
the view from here
A thousand miles. That’s the estimate Tim and I arrived at when we calculated how far we walked to cover the sites on our list for the first full day in Madrid. And still it was not nearly enough, there is so much to discover in this magical city. I was most captivated by the Goya frescos at the chapel of the San Antonio de la Florida, an unassuming little church that proves you can’t judge a book by its cover.
Of all there was to see, I was awed by this angel in blue.
We were also wowed by Parque del Retiro and its botanical gardens. You could spend hours wandering here and never want for something interesting to see. And in fact, we did.
I’ve never been on a train before, unless you count Tweetsie Railroad when I was three. So the trip across Spain via high speed rail was a thrilling one for me. I loved the three hours spent looking at the Spanish countryside–which, I have to say, did not look anything like I expected–but I also loved the very experience of the train. And when we deboarded we were in Madrid!
the train, the train!
three girls in a taxi
What a very cool way to spend an afternoon. How lucky I am to be on this trip!
We took a tour via a rooftop bus, an adventure that was both hot and informative. The main stop was Gaudi’s jaw-dropping La Sagrada Familia, noted in Lonely Planet as “a symphony of religious devotion.” Not an understatement. Begun in 1882 and still unfinished—with tons of work going on when we were there—I simply could not believe my eyes. Color, texture, imagination, movement, Sagrada is not only a demonstration of Gaudi’s genius but a religious experience of epic proportions. Believe me when I say my iPhone photos do not do it justice.
Eliza’s been here seven weeks and made some incredible friends. How wonderful for me that I got to meet four of them this afternoon, walking together through Naked Man Park,
laughing and toasting over Barcelona beers.
How immediately I loved these girls!
I couldn’t sleep on the plane I was so excited to land in Barcelona. Who doesn’t dream of a getaway to Spain? But for me there was more. I knew this would happen the moment Eliza got out of class and made her way to Placa de Catalunya, where Tim and I would be waiting.
A mighty fine moment, for sure, after six weeks studying abroad. But then there was this, which also made my heart sing. Eliza’s besty, Katie, is in Spain with us, and as the two of them headed away from us and back toward Eliza’s dorm, I marveled at their confidence, their maturity, their grace.
What a summer this has been.
ready to roll!
We’re going to retrieve Eliza, Tim and I, to bring back from Barcelona my sweet college Senior. The fact that she didn’t need bringing is irrelevant; would you pass up this great excuse to traipse around Spain? I’ve made a commitment to stand down a bit from technology–can you believe I didn’t even bring my big-girl camera?
Nevertheless, I hope to share the journey with you, my Daily Grace friends. A photo a day (taken with my iPhone, no less) with a quick blurb about what I found most beautiful about the day.
Let’s hope I find WiFi acuerdo? I hope you will join me here!
Isn’t it lovely to live in a world in which you can walk up your driveway, turn around and discover this surprise? It’s just what happened to me yesterday, and the wonder of it all nearly took my breath away.
Then I learned from my friend, Cindy, it’s called the Thunder Moon. Native Americans gave July’s full moon this designation because it appears in the month of storms. It is also known as the Buck Moon, since male deer sprout new antlers during this season. Making it all more magical, this year’s moon is at its closest point in its elliptical rotation around the earth, making the moon appear bigger and brighter–particularly when viewed close to the horizon. That makes it the first of three Supermoons this Summer.
What a grand gift it is to have a great seat for this remarkable performance of nature. What a demonstration of the miraculous.