Ok, I totally intended to be good and post more about our travels. But time got away from me, and it's just not going to happen. A very fast pictorially illustrated summary. During our time in Spain we went to Carcassonne.
Spent lots of time on boats.
(Kitchener stitching a sock)
Visited the Val de Nuria
and took a funicular to the top.
Went to Barcelona for the day on a date with just my sweetie. No munchkins.
Visited the local cathedral in Castello de Empuries, which dates from the 14th Century.
Visited the Fortress of Roses, which managed to compress almost of all of Spain's history into less than 3 square kilometers. Definite must see if you're in the area.
Had a few date nights with just my Mister, thanks to the generous babysitting of the in-laws. We went to Roses, which is where you'll find El Bulli. We strolled the pedestrian area and ate in a restaurant that was filled with just native Catalan speakers for three dates in a row.
And ate LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of chocolate croissants. Oh, they were divine. Best chocolate croissants ever. Seriously.
Once we landed in mid-October, we had six weeks at home. During which we bought a new house. Whirlwind much? Yeah. I'm still catching my breath.
In December, we flew to Toronto for the holidays. After an epic New Year's party at a good friend's house (I haven't passed out during a party and then woken up and rejoined the party at 3 am in a looooong time), the Mister and I flew to Maui. For his work, and also to celebrate our ten year anniversary.
It was pretty. But a definite once in a lifetime place to visit.
I'm elbow deep in renovations. We gutted the master bathroom, ripped out the carpet, painted every room in the house, and we carved out an office for the Mister in the basement. And we're still not finished. Phew. But I think that it'll be worth it. Want to meet my new neighbors?
A very small herd of deer.
In the immortal words of Ferris Bueller - Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. Myself, I intend to go mad quite happily in the new house. I'll be the crazy lady sitting on her dock, playing her cello to the birds and bees. How've you all been?