Another mum walked by as I was typing this at E’s gymnastics place and said, “Mums’ Mini-Break in Madrid? I need one of THOSE!”
Oh you do, honey. We all do.
You know what I love? My children. You know what I also love? Traveling without my children.
It’s been over a year since I took this trip to Madrid with two of the good friends I’ve made in London, so it’s no doubt time for another… Continue reading
{Read Barcelona, Part 1 here}
On our third day in Barcelona, we started the morning with breakfast at another food-tour-company-recommended spot called Cosmo. We went in, sat down at a table, looked up, and were instantly transported back to Baltimore.
We got a good laugh out of that.
Then we were back in Antoni Gaudí’s Barcelona, on a three-hour walking tour to learn about the city’s unique architecture. Continue reading
At the beginning of the summer, my parents were visiting and once again graciously stayed with our girls here in London so M and I could have a little getaway. We spent four nights in Barcelona, were we appreciated the sights, the weather, the artistic genius of Pablo Picasso and Antoni Gaudí, and of course the food and drink.
We flew out of London on Thursday night, on a very rowdy budget airline flight with a stag (bachelor) party and a boys’ football club (probably ages 8-10?) whose parents let them run wild.
Fortunately, the man next to us on the plane was a nice Barcelona local and helpfully gave us a bunch of restaurant recommendations. (And as always happens with us on international trips, we ran into him again later that weekend, on a random street. Does this happen to anyone else? Is there a term for this phenomenon?) Continue reading
Yes, this post is about how we spent New Year’s Eve. Better end of April than never, right?
My parents were once again amazing to keep the kids for us in London for a few days, so M and I escaped the darkness of the English winter and jetted to warmer, sunnier Mallorca (also spelled Majorca), a Spanish island.
Walks Between the Commons 