I love travelling. I love the airport process: leaving home, getting there, security theater, getting to the gate, boarding, just all of it, all the steps, and once you're out the door from home, you're just in the river and moving along, feet first so as to better encounter any unexpected bumps. Right now, though, I feel deeply, yes, deeply ( Read more... )

You know, I am a mom, I am a wife, I live in a house that I've lived in for many years, but still, being with my parents is still "going home." I never lived in their current house with them: they moved into this place maybe 15 years ago. Doesn't matter ( Read more... )

TL; DR: the three of us in my immediate family are going to Tahl's for Rosh Hashana, to celebrate my abba's 80th birthday with Mom and Abba and maybe others ( Read more... )

Thursday. This was not a day that was supposed to be spent travelling, but travel we did. Having gotten to the airport at 5:45 for our 7:20 *boarding* for the 7:50 AM flight, I discover at check-in that our flight has been bumped to 10:45. Oh my freakin' lord. It turns out after much checking of computer, that our best bet is to keep this ( Read more... )

Remember way back when Benito and I went to Pittsburgh? Our return trip did not go exactly smoothly ( Read more... )

Benito and I are leaving for Pittsburgh on Thursday night, in order to attend the bat mitzvah of my cousin's eldest daughter, and also celebrate the 50th anniversary of my aunt and uncle as well as my parents. They got married in the same year. This is the aunt who is my mother's best friend - my mom's parents divorced at the same time as her ( Read more... )

- Spain, or at least the parts we visited, has a love of dogs, all sorts of dogs. I saw fewer smaller dogs being walked than larger dogs, but they were still there. I saw greyhounds, whippets, a chihuahua, a fox terrier, some pit bulls, bulldogs, and various others. I was told "you can't try and pet all the dogs like you do in Canada!" but ( Read more... )

First, part of yesterday that I skipped due to it being after midnight here... wait, no it's not, it's not even 11 yet, why does it feel like after midnight? Because we had no siesta and my two guys are asleep and it's usually after midnight when I'm writing. Okay, so I have no good excuse, I just got carried away ( Read more... )

Yesterday was challenging, and was going to be a very short post at midnight, but I decided to sleep instead. It was our last day in Granada: the agenda was to pack, go see a cathedral and a tomb, go to a particular alley to shop, and have a final siesta in the hotel until about 6 PM, then go to the airport for our flight back to Barcelona at 8:55 ( Read more... )

We leave tomorrow evening at about 9 PM, but have to check out of the hotel at noon, so we'll probably do the majority of packing... tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on the plan for tomorrow. Carmen said last night (to paraphrase) "Okay, tomorrow we'll have breakfast at 9, then you're on your own until 6 PM, then we'll meet up for evening ( Read more... )