Declan and I set off on Thursday night on our Spanish trip with excitement as well as some trepidation. Declan pointed out to me that it will be the longest and furthest he has ever been away from Evan, and I was realizing that I was in sole charge of the passports and the money.
The flights were pretty uneventful, with both of us reinforcing our position as the family champion sleepers, but still taking some time to enjoy Qatar's world champion entertainment (the whole Marvel comic universe!)
We arrived at our cosy flat near Bob and Ana to be greeted by mum and Marta, with a fashionably late Spanish lunch of ham and cheese, with dad relaxing on the couch
(two days before dad had an infected tooth that turned into a fever nasty enough that he was taken to hospital for antibiotics and close attention.. He is slowly recovering, but still very tired).
Marta whisked us off to the Prado, which Declan had picked as his art museum of choice while in Madrid, as it has the famous Velazquez painting Las Meniñas, which he had studied at school this year. After a few false starts, we found it, admired a few more of the masterpieces, on the way in and out, and then retired to the gardens for a well earned ice cream. the Prado is room after room of European masterpieces, but it was kind of nice to pick the eyes out of it this way.
And finally, as it was Friday night with the grandparents, we had a takeaway pizza from around the corner before retiring to bed. Not before Declan had remembered to give Granny Marta the hug he had been tasked with giving her from Granny in Sydney.
The flights were pretty uneventful, with both of us reinforcing our position as the family champion sleepers, but still taking some time to enjoy Qatar's world champion entertainment (the whole Marvel comic universe!)
We arrived at our cosy flat near Bob and Ana to be greeted by mum and Marta, with a fashionably late Spanish lunch of ham and cheese, with dad relaxing on the couch
(two days before dad had an infected tooth that turned into a fever nasty enough that he was taken to hospital for antibiotics and close attention.. He is slowly recovering, but still very tired).
Marta whisked us off to the Prado, which Declan had picked as his art museum of choice while in Madrid, as it has the famous Velazquez painting Las Meniñas, which he had studied at school this year. After a few false starts, we found it, admired a few more of the masterpieces, on the way in and out, and then retired to the gardens for a well earned ice cream. the Prado is room after room of European masterpieces, but it was kind of nice to pick the eyes out of it this way.
And finally, as it was Friday night with the grandparents, we had a takeaway pizza from around the corner before retiring to bed. Not before Declan had remembered to give Granny Marta the hug he had been tasked with giving her from Granny in Sydney.
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