I decided to go outside and soak in the snow. I made angels, shoveled, and sat down and prayed in my back yard for a long while. These are the moments I realized how blessed I truly am.
Spain 2012. A peak into my life as a nanny and adventurer.
Today was a beautiful start to October filled with pumpkin patches, wolves, apple cider, bumble bees, and worship music. Please, let me never have to make a home away from the mountains.
Welp! Sorry for the lack of updates in the past two weeks, everything has just been kind of crazy (and we’re lacking internet in the new house.) Just hold tight. I will work on updating y’all on everything in the next few days!
I will miss warm baguettes for breakfast. Open air markets. Your little hand reaching out for mine. I will miss waking up to your midnight cries and constantly feeling like I am learning. My walks to the rock and somedays talking to no one but God. I’m going to miss cold Sangria on hot afternoons and showers being an escape from reality. Olive oil on everything, I will surely miss that. The way the sky turned red at dusk and the way the lightening lit up the mountain. The clean public transport. How everything has a history here and how everyone says hello to you as you walk in town. The church bell and fanatic football fans. I will miss your smile and how it was so contagious. I will miss losing my accent but gaining a new self. My latte colored skin and eating tomatoes raw. I’m just going to miss it all so much. Mainly, I am going to miss watching you grow.
Saying goodbye to the little one today at the gate was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. In other news my flight has been delayed eight hours due to the hurricane in Florida. So I’ve just been sitting around the airport all day (and I just now managed to steal wifi. WORD!)
I can not begin put into words how much I am going to miss Spanish dining when I’m back in the States. I mean, come on! Look at how perfect that pizza is! Delivery is going to taste like Hell now. And don’t even get me started on the Sangria. Nothing will ever compare to sipping that sweet liquid while catching up with a new friend.
I think I’m in denial about leaving.
Ball so hard.