… your parents AND grandparents visiting you on another continent!
My parents and grandparents (mom’s parents) flew into Madrid on Tuesday, April 5, to see me! Oh, and visit Spain. But I like to think I was the primary motivation for the visit. Narcissistic much? Perhaps. We had plans to see a wide swath of Spain, including Madrid, Castile, and the Basque country.
The first day, they arrived without delay. I remark on this because the first time my parents came to see me, back in 2008, they were delayed in Chicago and London. In Chicago, an unruly drunk fellow had to be hauled off the plane, while in London, someone had laid down a suspicious package. I was distraught, but they did arrive. Eventually. This time, there were no problems. God bless direct flights.
It is always weird to see someone out of their normal environment, and with my parents/grandparents, this was no exception. Once you leave the confines of the bizarrely nationally unidentifiable airport, you start to realize, Hey, this is weird. It’s a good weird, though. I started to remember all the things that had once surprised and/or frustrated me, but about which I’d since forgotten. Examples include: absurdly small elevators, the high price of soda, the low price of wine, shops’ opening/closing hours, dos besos, etc. I could go on and on. But I’ll just leave you with some picture collages of the trip!
Yeah, we had a good time. I loved introducing my non-Spanish speaking parents to Mario’s non-English speaking parents. Believe me, hilarity ensued. We even had a heartfelt, mushy conversation the last night they were here wherein my parents told his how much they appreciated them and vice versa. Cue chorus of awwwws.
It’s mid-April already! Countdown to when I can wish those kids right outta my hair begins…now!
62. How many of those are work days? I don’t know. I’m much too lazy to find that out on my time off.