The Bunches do Spain

Two weeks ago my dad and step-mom, Joyce came to visit me in Spain for the very first time. It was also their first encounter with their granddaughter, Arabella.


One of the main reasons I want to move back to The US is because I can get so frustratingly lonely here and miss my friends and family MADLY. I was in heaven while my parents were here. We wandered around the city and into some of the parks and gardens (my dad is an avid gardener), ate paella, saw some of the beautiful architecture, ate tapas, took a three day trip to Granada to see the Alhambra, ate some more... I think that's what we spent most of our time and money doing - eating. It's easy to do here, especially with the menu del dia. You just can't beat three courses for under 10€.


There were also the awkward moments with the in-laws, trying to translate and getting completely lost or just downright fed up and exhausted. Alex has more ability in that area, yet less awareness. He quickly finds himself wrapped up in conversation while the other party waits, hopelessly, for some sort of insight into what the hell is being said. In the end, it all worked out just fine with a bit of patience and some mad interpretation skills on the part of both sides.


All in all we had an amazing two weeks and I was sad to see them go. Though it sounds silly, the thing I miss most about having them here is getting up and sitting around in our pajamas while we chatted over coffee and oohed and aaahed over Arabella. It was easy and so natural and it felt like home.