Jeff got home in October from his mission to Spain. The plan had been to go with him and my parents back for a visit, but then when we started building a house we decided to scrap it.
But then we realized we couldn't and we had to go. So we did.
First off the 13 hour plane ride was heavenly. Not so much the 45 minutes of sleep the night before, but the flight was an amazing start. I slept, I watched TV and movies, I read books . . . I got to do whatever I wanted, with no kids . . . and to top it off someone brought me diet cokes the whole time.
The trip was off to a good start.
We had a day on our own before we met up with Mom, Dad and Jeff. My mom had tried to prep us on how to NOT look like tourists. About 2 hours into our journey to the hotel we were failing miserably.
The tallness of us, the bright colored stripes we were both wearing and then dragging luggage through the grass was a huge give away.
The deal was that Ansen would quietly trust me and I would get us to the hotel. And I did it . . . and he did too.
After a nap, we headed to The Rambles to take a little looksie and to the Carrefor for some essentials . . .
And then we had to go somewhere easy for dinner . . . so we went with Hard Rock Cafe on The Rambles.
Some Gelato and then back to the hotel. Lisa taught us a little rule about travel. Everyday deserves a Gelato . . . and we went with it.
