Thursday, October 24, 2013

Weekend in Firenze (Florence)

Josh, wonderful guy that he is, surprised me with a trip for our 12 year anniversary back in September. Exhausted from our US and Croatia trips, I was glad that we would get a 6 week reprieve from getting on a plane before heading out to Florence, Italy but excited about our upcoming trip nonetheless as I love Italy!

I can't say I was looking forward to the 1.5 hour flight to Florence, but I wasn't feeling as fear stricken as usual.  I'm not sure if that is because I had a few pretty decent flights in recent history or if it was because of the fears my mom overcame to come see me just before our trip, but I was feeling pretty good overall.  Then I got on the plane.  And it was turbulent.  And I was afraid again.  But I got over it and made it to Florence in one piece (the trip back was another story, Josh may have some broken bones in his hand from me holding it so tight!!).

Upon landing I looked out the window and could see the rolling green hills of Tuscany exactly as I had pictured it.  I had dappled in Tuscany just a little bit when Michelle and I did our road trip to the Italian Riviera in 2011 - but beyond driving from Rappalo to Pisa, I hadn't seen much.  Tall thin pine trees alongside old Tuscan villas and hay dotting the fields, just like I imagined. We even saw a herd of sheep next to the airport!

Turns out there was a transportation strike going on in Italy on the day of our arrival.  Thankfully we arrived within the 3 hour window where public transit was functioning and were able to take a bus from the airport into the city.  From there we proceeded to walk to our hotel - though we probably passed the hotels very inconspicuous entrance at least a half dozen times before finally finding it!!  But as we were walking I couldn't help but notice a difference in the air compared to Barcelona.  Yes, it still had the same city smells, but the air was crisper and fresher than that in Barcelona where the air has still been laden with humidity even in mid October.

So Florence... the capital of the region of Tuscany, home to the Duomo, David, Michelangelo, Dante, the Medicis and of course, fabulous food!!  Florence is considered to be the birthplace of the Renaissance and you can see it all around you in the architecture and in the museums.  Established in 80 BC, this city is filled with history around every corner.  While the city itself is expansive, Josh and I spent the majority of our time in the historic old city and our hotel was located right in the heart with stunning views of the Duomo.



A few pictures as we search for our hotel!

The Piazza San Firenze, home to our hotel, San Firenze Suites

Another view of our square...not shabby

Our awesome room!  http://www.sanfirenzesuites.com/

View from said room

And another view

After getting situated, I was on a mission for lunch as by now it was about 3PM and those that know me, know that I can't function without food in my belly!  Josh, don't know how he does it...he can go all day on pretty much nothing.  So anyways, I couldn't focus on anything til we ate.  And while we ended up at a slightly touristy restaurant (the only thing open that late for lunch), the food was actually pretty good.

Feeling revitalized after lunch we took off towards the river in search of dinner... yes, dinner.  Actually we wanted to get an idea of what we were doing on our first full day, Saturday, and the restaurant we were planning to go to that night (recommended by good friends who have family in Florence) happened to be in that direction.  We took a quick jaunt over the Ponte Vecchio towards the Pitti Palace but detoured into a more residential area in search of our future dinner.

While not significantly older than Barcelona, the roads were more windy and full of cobblestone with little to no sidewalks.  Pedestrians definitely rule the streets here compared to Barcelona.  Much of Florence reminded me of the Born and Gothic areas of Barcelona, yet had a much older feel to it.  I also found it interesting that I heard an amazing amount of English, significantly more than I hear in Barcelona, even in the tourist areas.  And everyone we met spoke English.  Definitely a change from Spain.

About to cross Ponte Vecchio - reminds me a bit of the Rialto Bridge in Venice

Beautiful arches that ran alongside the river near the Ponte Vecchio

View right before we crossed the Ponte Vecchio

View from the middle of Ponte Vecchio

And the other side of the bridge

The bridge was lined with jewelry stores on either side, again very similar to the Rialto of Venice

We made our way from the Ponte Vecchio towards the Pitti Palace to find out what time the Palace and the Boboli Gardens were open so that we could plan our day on Saturday.  I'll be honest and I know that Josh agrees with me on this one.  Maybe we are spoiled and have seen so much in the last 4 years, but you've seen one palace, you've seen them all.  And this one... just eh.  At least from the outside. We did not venture inside as neither Josh nor I are big art lovers.  I've heard it's impressive but we would rather spend our time exploring outside rather than inside.

The front of the Pitti Palace

Ok, these impress me.  I love doors in Europe and these are HUGE!!!

More views of our walk



We crossed thru the palace wall to a more residential area of Florence

And stumbled upon the restaurant we would be having dinner at that evening, nestled in a little corner where no tourist would ever find it!  Thank you Chris and Elaine for the suggestion!!!

View from the Ponte Vecchio (I think this is actually the Ponte Trinita) - Josh was very into his black and white photos during this trip

Another view from the Ponte Vecchio

After doing our little reconnaissance mission we worked our way back to the hotel, stopping along the way to take in the sights, including a very interesting art store that had signs similar to some that I had seen in Barcelona and... some very interesting wall art.  More on that to come in it's own entry - yes, it was that interesting and fun that it needs it's own entry.  Stay tuned for that.

View of Ponte Vecchio as we were heading back to our hotel



Personally I think this statue is saying, step here to your imminent death.  Turns out that is not the meaning as I've since researched it, but I still stick with my original interpretation!

Our dinner reservations weren't until 9:30 that night so we took a little schmooze in a different direction from our hotel and while we knew the Duomo was close by, we weren't expecting it to just pop up at the end of the street!!  Our plans included climbing to the top of the Dome the next day (which we did, keep reading!).


This Cathedral is so huge I couldn't get all of it in one picture

Another part of it as well as the Tower (which you can also climb but per our friends suggestions, we only climbed the Dome instead which gave us views of the cupola inside)


While I don't want to admit it, I read Inferno (not Dan Brown's best work) which had me slightly fascinated with Dante during this trip.  We did see some of his work at the Accademia which was very cool.

With still close to an hour before we had to be at dinner, we were still meandering when found this adorable little coffee / crepe shop called La Milkeria.  We were taken by the interior right away and the drinks were some of the best we've ever had.  No joke, Josh talked about this double iced cappuccino for HOURS after.  And we went back at least 4 more times before we had to head out on Sunday afternoon.  He watched how they make it and is planning to do the same in Barcelona at some point - I'm curious if he will be able to recreate this masterpiece and all its frothy goodness.  They don't seem to have a website but here is their FB page in case anyone is ever in Florence and is looking for a fabulous coffee or hot chocolate (or crepe or yogurt) https://www.facebook.com/la.milkeria.9?fref=browse_search.

Josh's double iced cappuccino

Now, admittedly we often get caught up in touristy areas when travelling, especially when we are with the kids.  We try to wander off the beaten path but often become indecisive on what we want to do for meals and then get to the point of hunger where we must eat NOW!  But not on this trip.  Beyond our first meal, everything was suggested to us be either the hotel or by friends and every single meal was phenomenal.  No joke.  I highly recommend all of these places.  But first, our dinner on Friday at La Beppa Fioraia.  This restaurant as I mentioned was recommended by friends' of ours that have family living in Florence - so this is a local choice.

O - M - G.  Yes, that good.  And we only had the Gran Tagliere Beppa which was like nothing you've ever had before.  http://www.labeppafioraia.it/sezioni/menu.php#grantaglieri.  It was essentially an appetizer filled with antipasti and yummy goodness that we'd never had before.  We still don't know exactly what was in it but we do know there was a fig/onion chutney, a chicken liver pate and some kind of a tomato paste.  It also came with various meats including salami and prociuto and cheeses.  For me the best part was these little rolls in the middle - they were like little bits of fried dough but didn't taste fried at all - they pulled apart easily and were the perfect accompaniment to all the dips and meats and cheese that surrounded them.  The whole thing cost us 20 euros and we were stuffed - only dessert and coffee and we were on our way.  Yes, 35 euros for dinner in Florence.  Can't beat that.


Our dinner on Friday night... soooooo good!!!

Saturday we started off with a couples massage and feeling relaxed and refreshed we headed over to the Duomo to climb to the top of the Cupola.  With an hour line ahead of us, I spied a Lindt chocolate shop (while we have some Lindt here in Spain there is no shop in Barcelona) where I proceeded to spend about 40 euros on chocolate.  I would have spent more but alas we only brought carry on luggage with us and I didn't think I'd have the space.  Probably for the best anyways.  :)

Now I knew it was a long climb to the top but I didn't realize just how many stairs.  I workout 5 days a week and I still felt winded by the time I got to the top, 463 stairs later.  It's actual name is the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore, but everyone calls it the Duomo and dome at the top is the largest brick and mortar dome in the world.  Like our famous basilica here, Sagrada Familia, the building of the Duomo took over 100 years.  The outside of the building is stunning and constructed from red, green and white marble.  As Josh and I both commented and this appears to be a problem throughout Italy, the Duomo could use a power washing.  Yes, I recognize it's old - but it needs to be maintained.  Much of the outside was covered in moss which can't be good for the structure in the long term.  Regardless of it's upkeep, it is a beautiful building and I've seen nothing remotely like it.  

The Duomo takes up an entire square - it's huge!

More beautiful doors

Another view of the square

So we climbed to the top of the Duomo and along the way were rewarded with an up close view of the inside of the dome.  The size of this work of art is daunting - when you view it from below you don't realize the enormity of this task.  But when up close and personal you realize just how huge of an undertaking it was to paint the inside of this dome.

After an hour in line we started the climb to the top

We actually got even higher up - there were two levels that you could walk along the paintings

Unfortunately they had plexiglass along the walkways and so my pictures of the interior of the basilica aren't quite as sharp as I'd like (they could wash the plexiglass here and there - just a suggestion!)

View from the very top

More of a close up

The Tower next to us - you could also climb this but we opted for just the cupola

Another view from the top

Me at the top!

This was back inside - this is how close you get to the art on the wall - that leg is huge!!

Josh inside the Duomo

Another interior shot














After our morning at the Duomo it was time for lunch.  So far this entry has been about art, food, art, food... yes a theme going.  I mean, come on, it's Italy... of course we are going to eat lots of great food!! The hotel had suggested 4 Leoni (www.4leoni.com) and it was fabulous as well.  Portion sizes were perfect, just enough to fill us but not feel overly full.  And it was in a location that was perfect for where we were heading next - the Pitti Palace and Boboli Gardens.

Walking by the Ponte Vecchio again

On our way to lunch

So as I mentioned before, Josh and I are not huge art people.  We like it, but we just don't enjoy walking thru museum after museum after museum looking at it.  And the Renaissance isn't really my thing as far as art goes.  I appreciate all the incredibly hard work that goes into creating these masterpieces, I just don't get a lot of enjoyment out of looking at them.  Hence we skipped the Pitti Palace and went right for the Boboli Gardens.  

Now for a place that had it's own entrance fee, I feel like it should be meticulously upkept.  It was not.  Not even close.  Shrubs were over grown and even fencing was in disrepair with cobwebs potentially older than me.  The gardens date back to the 16th century so it's impressive nonetheless.  However, given the general disrepair and need for some garden shears, the place was still beautiful.  We were still in the heart of the city but you would never know it - all you could hear were the birds and as you walked further into the gardens you could only see trees and paths around you - there was nothing to remind you that you were in the city.  It was a little getaway and I couldn't help thinking of how many people trek thru here during the day just to get a little reprieve from city life.

The courtyard between the front of the palace and the Boboli Gardens

Another view of the courtyard

There were a lot of bathtub looking statues in the Gardens, not sure of the significance

Fountain by the Palace

Me standing next to an interesting statue

Josh's panorama of the Gardens

Don't piss her off or you'll end up like that guy!!




Another example of needing some cleaning up - the statue was covered in tons of moss









It was a beautiful day to walk along the gardens and we enjoyed just meandering in and out of little mazes of paths.  After our walk we decided to head back to the hotel to chill out before going to dinner later that night.  Of course, along the way we had to stop for another cappuccino for Josh...he's addicted!


Dinner that night was Florentine steak.  I had no idea that Florence or Tuscany was famous for it's steak but since the steak in Barcelona is just ok, there was no way we were going to pass this up.  Our hotel recommended Trattoria Sostanza which has been in business since the 1800s.  The tables are communal which took a little getting used to but was fine.  It's a small restaurant and the menu equally so but this is a good thing - I'd rather a small menu but have things they know they can excel at making.  And the steak was fabulous and very very filling!!  Good thing we had to walk back to the hotel from there!  We needed it!

Sunday was our last day in Florence (insert sad face here) but alas it was time to get back to reality (and our children who were probably missing us!).  Since we stood in line for an hour to see the Duomo (we had asked the hotel if we could order the tix online and they were hesitant about it) we figured we would be proactive and make a plan to see the David at the Accademia at 11:30.  Josh ordered the tickets online and we could have a relaxing morning which would include yet another famous cappuccino and then head on over.

Alas, that was too easy.  First off La Milkeria wasn't open when we walked by around 10:30AM.  Thankfully they opened later and so Josh did get one last coffee from them.  So we had to go elsewhere - I will say it was the best chocolate croissant that I'd ever had but still not the same as going to La Milkeria.  Anyways, aside from the coffee, we got to the Accademia and found that while we had tickets to see David, apparently they were for Venice???? Um, isn't there only one David?????  So we had to go stand in the non reservation line which was about 2 hours long.

And so we did something we normally wouldn't do.  When the tour group reps started coming into the long line to ask if anyone wanted to cut the line and do an "official" tour, we grabbed at the chance.  I know, super touristy.  However, it was that or sit in line for 2 hours.  And honestly it was pretty informative and we learned more about David than we would have otherwise have learned.  

One of the things that always amazes me museums in Europe is how "un-secure" they are.  By that I mean paintings are not in glass cases surrounded by alarms.  They are hung on walls and displayed as they were meant to be.  There are security cameras and there are security personnel in each room but the paintings are as free as anything else around you.  Even David had limited security.  It did have a glass case around the bottom as I guess a few years ago someone came in with a hammer and tried to hammer off his toe.  But until then, he too, was free standing with nothing blocking people from reaching out to touch him.  You just have to hope that people don't abuse that freedom and that we are allowed to continue viewing art as it was meant to be viewed.

We were not allowed cameras in the Accademia so I don't have any photos of David or of the other statues or paintings that we saw.  We saw several Michelangelo works - apparently this museum has the most of any other.  We were both impressed with David, more so that either of us expected.  He was larger than life and hearing about the story of how he was created and why was especially interesting.  It is also amazing to see how intact he is after all these years - there have only been 2 repairs, one to his hand which was done using the original parts and the other was the toe as I had mentioned previously. The detail in this status is amazing - you can see his veins in his arm where he is holding the rock.  And to walk around the back of him and see the slingshot slung over his back as well as the rock in his hand gives a different perspective than any picture you see in a book or website.

We walked thru the rest of the museum which was housed with art dating back as far as the 1300s.  It's hard to believe something that old still exists but it does.  We even saw what appeared to be Dante's Divine Comedy - this book was massive and like all the other books we saw, hand written.  Can you imagine a time when all books had to be written by hand rather than printed like they are in modern times?  How valuable it must have been to have a book, any book, knowing what effort went into not just the story or facts being told but also the creation of the actual book.

After the Accademia, we went out for our last lunch, also a suggestion of friends who have been to Florence.  We ate at Trattoria Il Latini and it was fabulous and filling... so filling that there was no need for dinner!  We had an antipasti course which was similar (though not as good as that Beppa one) to what we'd had Friday night but it didn't stop there.  Then there was a pasta course and a meat one and don't forget dessert!!  Oh my!  What we loved about the restaurant is that while there is a formal menu the "normal" way to eat is for the waiter to explain what your choices are for specials of the day.  You basically get 2 or three choices for each course which is what we did.  The ingredients were fresh and everything was made right then and there.  The only disappointment was that most of the desserts were gone by the time we got to that course - it's probably for the best because after all that food, who needs dessert!!

But it was a great way to end our time in Florence (that and one more cappuccino!) - it was such a relaxing weekend full of exploration, great weather, fabulous food and some quality alone time that was much needed!  And now we start the next 6 weeks of chaos - Scotland, Paris and Josh has a few work trips in the middle and then Switzerland for after Christmas.  Plus we still have more visitors coming in November!  Time flies when you are having fun!!

Besos,
Julie

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Death Follows Us (on vacation)

That's a strange title, I know, but seems true nonetheless. And I don't mean to make light of a sad situation, just find it interesting... We arrived in Barcelona in January, 2010 with 2 kids and 2 dogs. In July 2010, we were on vacation in Costa Brava when we received a call that Sailor was very ill. The day of our return we had to say goodbye to our sweet little Sailor Moon. A few months later as we were searching for our rental home in Arles, France, we received a call that our dear friend Shane had died of a heart attack. He was 35 - too young. The next few years seemed to be death free, but in August this year, the day we arrived in Croatia, we received a call that Jake's health had declined significantly. The next day we had to have him put to sleep. So it should come as no surprise that Josh and I arrived in Florence, Italy on Friday and on Saturday morning I woke up to an email from my mom that my last grandparent had passed away.

I'm not looking for sympathy emails or posts related to this entry. I hadn't actually spoken to my grandfather in over 7 years for reasons still officially unknown to me though supposedly were related to the fact that we did not do a bris for Aidan and we're not raising him Jewish. He never even acknowledged Liam's birth nor did he ever meet him.  However, despite my rocky relationship with him over the last 7 years, I'm thinking back to words my mom recently said to me about another subject and trying to remember the good long history rather than focusing on the recent stuff that caused our estrangement.

My Zaide (as I called him) and I were close for almost 30 years.  We were especially close the year that my Nana passed away when I was 21.  I spoke to him almost daily back then.  I remember how much he was struggling to get thru each day without her.  And then he met his second wife and suddenly our relationship changed.

But I remember back to my childhood and all the happy memories.  Playing checkers.  We would always play checkers whenever I would visit.  And we would go to the basement where he had a treasure trove of history - some would perhaps call this hoarding (looking back that's totally what it was) but I loved every inch of the basement and all the knick knacks, books and family history that were contained in its walls.

Speaking of history, he helped to cultivate my interest in our family's past.  He was second generation in the US and his family had come from Eastern Europe - Russia and Poland.  Many had been lost in WWII and yet he pressed on to find ways to find just another branch on our family tree.  He was always excited to show me the latest on what he had found on our family tree.

Every year my birthday would fall during Boston's Scooper Ball, an ice cream festival that at the time was held near Frog Pond, not far from where Zaide would work.  I would go into Boston, a big deal for me as at the time I maybe went into the city once or twice per year, to meet him and he would take me to the Scooper Ball.  It was time where it was just us and I looked forward to that every single year. It was our tradition.

Even as an adult I would reach out to him at least once a week if not more often, just to catch up.  I remember going to his house to tell him I was pregnant with Aidan.  And the look of excitement knowing he was going to be a great grandfather.  He was soooo happy!!  And I remember him coming to see us at the hospital after he was born, a big trek for him as he was already 80.

There's so much more that I remember but I could go on forever - and quite honestly the last 7 years have put a bad taste in my mouth that I'd rather just leave it at these memories.  After Aidan, I just don't know what happened, before I became pregnant with Liam he just stopped returning my phone calls.  I have my theories but now I will never know.  We hadn't spoken a word in over 7 years and while I certainly made efforts with letters and an annual holiday card, I never received a word back.  He never met or acknowledged Liam in any way and had not seen Aidan since he was about 2.  So for the last 7 years I've been harboring anger and resentment because of the hurt he has put me and my family thru (as I'm not the only one he wasn't speaking with).  But like I said before, I'm trying to put the bad years behind me and focus on the positive impact he had on my life.

So I say goodbye to one more during our time in Europe.  I can only hope that this a trend that does not stick around!!

Besos,
Julie


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Mom and Dad's Visit to Barcelona

With only about 10 days to work with and a lot of territory to cover, and being the uptight person that I am, I came up with a schedule for my parents and I for their visit.  However, given this was their first real vacation in more years than I can count, I also wanted to keep things relatively low key and fun without feeling the pressure of going from one place immediately to another.  Plus, my dad had surgery on his knee this spring and has had a difficult recovery from the surgery and so we had his limited mobility to work with.

And so this is what I came up with:

Day 1:  Chill out and relax - pick up the kids from school
Day 2:  Gym AM, Sagrada Familia, lunch and if time some exploring
Day 3:  Trip to Collioure, France
Day 4:  Gym AM, Touristy BCN daytime, dinner out
Day 5:  Tennis with kids, lunch on the waterfront
Day 6:  Sitges
Day 7:  Gym AM, Touristy BCN with kids (no school)
Day 8:  Gym AM, Touristy BCN
Day 9:  Spa!!!

It's amazing how fast those days went!  We had to make a few adjustments here and there to the schedule but overall we stuck with the general idea to do something fun in the morning, have lunch and then try to relax a bit in the afternoon before the kids got home from school.

In the last 4 years when I've gone home, I've stayed with my parents but never really would get a chance to hang out with them because as typical, I would way overschedule myself.  And even when I would have a few hours to spend, I would be in a semi manic state because I was so overwhelmed.  I feel like my parents haven't seen the "real" me in over 4 years so it was so great for them to see that I am, in fact, ok and "normal" again.

I also wanted them to see all the things that I talked to them about so much on the phone.  To see where I go to do my grocery shopping (which includes the grocery store, butcher shop/cheese shop, fruit/veggie stand and more depending on my needs), to see how we walk everywhere and only take the car when really needed, like to school.  I wanted them to try new things, which they did.  I wanted them to live outside their comfort zone for just a little bit and not only did they do it, they acted like it was no big deal, something I did not expect.

My dad, especially, acclimated well.  He got his bearings pretty quickly and within 24 hours had found himself a little cafe that he would walk to in the mornings to have a pastry and coffee.  I think it took me 6 months before I could bring myself to do that (I know, I'm crazy).  But I loved that he just jumped right in and made himself at home.  And it wasn't just my dad that jumped in but my mom too.  They tried new foods - various meats, cheeses, oils, sausages and turron - I think their favorite was dinner at Can Recasens (http://www.canrecasens.com/) where we were spoiled with traditional Catalan meats and cheeses til our stomachs were about to burst.  They went to new countries - not just to Spain but to France as well.  They had late nights, something that is definitely not the norm for them. They saw Spanish traditions that are unlike things we have in the States, like the Flamenco (Gina you would have loved this!).  And most importantly, we had time for bonding.

I also love that they had some time to bond with the kids and even with Josh whom they had only seen for about 10 minutes in the last 4 years.  We are on the go in the States and while they get evenings with the kids, it's not always quality time after a long day of playing and visiting.  I felt the same when Josh's parents came - it was just a calmer atmosphere that promoted the chance to just sit back, relax and enjoy each others' company.

Enjoying the Flamenco

The flamenco

To watch some of the flamenco check out this video:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxsMZNJvom8

For a shorter one, check out this one:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXhYUiIeRwc

Mom and Dad on the beach

Dad taking a picture of Liam taking a picture of him

Liam took this one

And he took this one too....


Rollerblading in Barceloneta

Little break from our walk for my dad

Done... but watch out, someone may step on you!!!!

Enjoying vacation

Liam, Nana and Papa at Parc Guell

The last morning as the boys got ready for school and we headed to the airport :(

Liam and Papa at Parc Guell

Liam thought it was funny when Papa gave me bunny ears but apparently didn't find it as funny when he did it to him!

Aidan and his nana

Mom and Dad in Sitges


The visit was all I could have imagined and more.  It feels weird that it has only been a few days since they left - it feels like a lifetime ago already.  It feels nice to know that instead of 12-14 months til our next visit, I only have about 8 this time and I know that time is going to fly by.  And I love that now when I talk to my mom about the going's on here and the people, she'll have some faces and places to go with that conversation.  I think this trip has made us even closer!!

Besos,
Julie

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Miracles Really Do Happen!!

Ok, that title might be slightly unfair, but after almost 4 years of living abroad, I never thought I'd see the day when my parents finally touched down on Spanish soil.  But I can say it was probably the highlight of my time here and we've had some pretty amazing times over the last 4 years so it's a high standard to reach!

You see, when we were in the planning stages of moving, I just assumed that they would come to visit us.  Sure, they weren't big travelers but what a great chance for them to come and see us and explore somewhere new with us.  What I didn't know until after we moved was that part of the reason they weren't travelers was because my mom didn't just not like to fly but had a deep rooted fear of flying. She had only flown 2 times before we moved here - a rookie ;).  My dad loves to fly so I knew that he wasn't going to be a problem to get here, but I wanted them both to visit.

Now I hate to fly, so I get it.  I also get that her fear is significantly worse than mine but a fear nonetheless and nothing to be dismissive about.  But I stayed on top of things, even perhaps playing a guilt trip or two about getting here and how much I wanted them to see Barcelona and to see that we are not only surviving but thriving.  That we don't live in a 3rd world country.  Time marched on and no plans were made.  There were always reasons - work, money, surgeries.  All valid reasons but there never seemed to be the right time.

My brother got married in Minneapolis last year and my mom had no choice but to get on a plane - she certainly wasn't going to miss his wedding.  I remember flying around 16 hours that day and my plane landed about 45 minutes right before theirs - they got off their plane and I met up with them.  My mom proceeded to tell me how exhausted she was.  You can just imagine the look of death I gave her since her flight was 3 hours to my 16.  But for her, this was exhausting - it was her first flight in 25 years.  It was way out of her comfort zone and at the time (I was so beyond exhausted) I don't think I understood just how terrifying it all was for her.  And I wasn't very sympathetic.

But she survived the flight and so I got back on my "visit Barcelona" bandwagon again since the flight was fresh in her memory.  And we did the back and forth... again.  Yet another year had gone by and we'd been here 3 years.  Some of our visitors had been 2 or 3 times to their none.  All I wanted was for my family to come visit.

When the bombs went off in Boston on that fateful day in April of this year, I called my mom and said "we're done messing around, I'm booking your flight right now while we are on the phone."  I think the whole conversation terrified her.  Hell, I think the next several months she spent obsessing about this flight.  And we had many talks where I suspected she was going to tell me to cancel the flight and every time I felt the conversation going that way, I would re-direct (as she taught me so well) and move the conversation somewhere else.  I wasn't going to give an out.  Unfair, I know.  But my intentions are honorable, right??

Time started to creep closer and it became the basis of much of our conversations.  About what to pack. About what we were going to do on their visit.  The fear was slowly starting to turn to excitement.  The countdown was on!  We were hitting the point of no return and I felt pretty confident that they were actually going to make it here!

My dad has some mobility issues so I arranged for extra assistance in the airports and I think that helped to make the transition between flights a little less stressful for them.  Neither of them slept on the plane and as I had stated to Aidan a few times before, I was a little nervous about what to expect when they got off the plane.  Was I going to get that look of death for putting her thru such a traumatic experience?  Was it going to be pure exhaustion?  Or was it going to be total exhilaration for having conquered such a huge fear and anticipation of what was to come during the visit?  I was hoping for the latter!!

I braced myself for the worst as I waited at the T2 arrivals gate.  I tried to think of how I was going to get her home to Boston if she refused to get back on the plane to go home in 10 days.  Was this flight going to traumatize the rest of the trip???

What I didn't expect was the HUGE grin on her face as she and my dad exited the baggage claim area. Never in a million years did I expect to see such a smile on her face after flying on her first transatlantic flight.  Something she had been terrified to do.  They made it!  And the 10 days have flown by so quickly, tomorrow they head back out to Boston - it's going to be a sad day for us all, having to say goodbye for another 8 months (though better than our usual 12-14 months at least).  And I haven't heard one word about her being worried about the flight home.  I'm so proud of how far she's come on this trip, leaving her comfort zone and embracing new and exiting places, things, food and more.  She even uttered the words "the next time I come to Spain" the other day.  See, miracles really do happen :)

More to come on their visit soon!!

Besos,
Julie