I try to balance the thought-heavy posts with light-hearted photo-heavy ones. Easy to do this week as we had a little escape to Spain. The kids had their 2-week Sport Holiday. As rule-following Swiss, they did get out skiing so we could check off the Sport part of the holiday. But after that it became a completely non-rule-following adventure.
Thank heavens for Spain and its free spirited, creative approach to life.
The mere act of crossing the street, whenever you choose to, having assessed all-by-yourself that it is safe to do so, made us giddy with liberation. (My mom can relate to this having experienced first hand the shock and horror a Swiss person will express if they think you might step off the curb before the light turns, despite the streets in all directions being visibly deserted.) We crossed the streets in Barcelona with total abandon!
From there, the sky’s the limit. You can eat when you want to, shop when you want to, skateboard where-ever you want to, sleep when, where and with whom you want to. The possibilities were limitless with no overshadowing fear that we were breaking the rules. (Note we only took advantage of some of the aforementioned liberties. None of us skateboard after all.)
My new job has allowed Manolo and I to switch roles. He has officially taken the apron as the Hausmann, covering the myriad duties involved with caring for the kids and the household routine. Holiday planning falls within the purview of the Haus-person.
This was the first significant holiday that I wouldn’t be on duty. Manolo found a crazy good flight, awesome Airbnb and he and the kids set off to discover Barcelona. Lucky for me, their two week break ended on a long weekend so I was able to join them for the last 3 days.
It was fantastic.
There was sunshine! It was heaven.
We were there in low-season which was a bit mind boggling considering there were more people on the streets each night than at Stampede. High season must be total insanity.
The beautiful Spanish chaos greeted me as soon as I arrived, having landed during a massive Catalonian separatist demonstration. Streets were barricaded & vehicles rerouted, so that this passionate, albeit very peaceful, mass of people could move through town. Such an interesting political situation. It was odd to see such a huge mass of protesters who were all older (late-60ish on average by my guess) and very well dressed. Not your typical protest crowd. Certainly nothing which made us feel unsafe or unwelcome despite the reputation Barcelona has gained lately.
We spent our days strolling the streets, marveling at the sights and the warm air. Our cups are topped up once again.
But then the real trouble began…
A taste of the soundtrack which accompanied these days.