Day 85-86: on to another adventure…

I spent this entire weekend getting ready for my trip to Barcelona with Anya.  When you are a mom, going out of town is a whole different process than just leaving yourself, and when you are leaving some of your children and the dog behind, it’s even harder. It is yet another game of logistics and preparations – paperwork, food, packing for multiple people in multiple situations, prepping the poor souls your conned into watching your kids and dog, and telling yourself over and over again that the kids will be fine and that you are allowed to have this time and not feel guilty.  Does your head hurt just reading this?  🙂

I think we are as ready as we are going to be.  I’ve read as much as I can about the city, the Metro System, and the tourist sites.  I’ve asked those who have been there to recommend places to go and the best ways to get around.  Anya’s big wish for our trip is to see the Picasso Museum and to speak Spanish to someone, both of which should be easy enough to accomplish.  I am nervous about leaving the girls, but I’m also really excited.  I have wanted to see Spain, any part of it, since I was 14 years old.  If you ask my husband, he’ll tell you how longingly I talk about wanting to see the running of the bulls in Pamplona, the beauty of Madrid, or the modern and colorful life found in Barcelona.  I have a friend who studied in Spain in college who loved it and has nothing but wonderful things to say about the country.  I can’t wait to eat at a genuine tapas bar!  I’m even more excited to test out my own Spanish since I took so many years of it – this is where all the hard work should pay off!

I’m so grateful to have a wonderful friend who is willing to help me accomplish this adventure with Anya.  I am also thankful for a husband who supports this despite his own worries (and has no problems letting us spend the money to go there!).  Finally, I’m grateful that I have this opportunity and that I am brave enough to do this.  When Anya was little, I had terrible anxiety – I remember a 15 month old Anya and I flying to see my friend Becca in Texas when she bought me a ticket to see her (I have some pretty great friends, right?).  I was a nervous wreck and almost didn’t want to do it.  I’ve grown to know my own strength and capabilities, and I know that we are going to have an awesome time, just the two of us.

So arrivederci Italy – and hola to Spain!  We are making Barcelona one of our Take a Trip activities, and this time we are actually taking a trip there, which just makes it more fun.  Pictures and details of our trip to come when we return!

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