These two go back and forth between fighting and adoring each other. The fighting usually comes from the little one who wants nothing more than to shine brighter than her sister. Lately I see a shift happening, and suddenly I spy more moments like these. Talking, laughing, playing...finding their way to the deepest of friendships. Until the next bickering session, which if I recall correctly ocurred five minutes after taking this shot.
One of my favorite traditions in Spain is going for a ¨vermouth¨ before lunch. Usually on the weekend, this is a staple bringing people together to enjoy a glass of wine, beer, coffee, whatever you fancy while enjoying some pre-lunch tapas and conversation. We have become fervent followers of this tradition. When in Rome...
After returning to Spain from the states, one of our goals was to travel more, not only abroad but within our own region. Soon after coming back, we discovered Llanes, a small fishing village an hour away. We love it there. Spent many summer days enjoying its beautiful beaches, some of the best in the north of Spain (in my opinion). And while we now feel almost like locals, this was our first visit in winter. Just as charming. If we win the lottery we´re setting up a summer cottage there, preferably right on the beach, but one of these village streets would do as well.
As per usual, we leave everything to the last minute, and so it was with xmass shopping. Some key items were taken care of way in advance, but some last minute things always come up. Heading to our local shopping center the day before Christmas Eve is almost like running with the bulls. This year however some brilliant person in management decided to set up a Beer Fest bar right in the middle of the mall. Not only that but there was a child play center available for kids to enter for one hour whilst the adults enjoyed this:
Needless to say, shopping was a little less stressful, a little bit more amusing, and a tad more generous.
Christmas Day, coookies have been eaten, milk has been drunk and only a small piece of carrot remains. Not sure why the reindeer left it on the plate and not on the floor. Glad no one asked about this.
Selfie time with the littlest before New Year´s Eve dinner with the fam. There was a war going on between myself and those cute little purple shoes. She refuses to take them off when at home. They are hand me downs from her older sister, and so two sizes too big for her. No objection there. However after being worn day in and day out 24-7, not only by her but by her sister (who most likely did the same) the smell eminating from them is well, not pleasant. But I am picking my battles. Look at that smile...if stinky feet means infinite cuteness, so be it.
Big breakfast on Three King´s Day, this is HUGE here in Spain. Day of the Epiphany when the three wise men bring gifts to all the little children. We decided early on that Santa would be the tradition in our home, as well as setting limits with gifts. The three kings do not make a stop in our home, but they leave just a couple of things at Grandma´s...a nice compromise I think.
After this delicious meal and the lunch that followed, I am quite ready to get back to the grind, back to healthy eating, and back to working on the things I love.
Winter break, its been fun, but I´m glad you´re leaving...see you next year!