A complaint was made that I do not appear in any of the blog photos so I´ll close with this one even though it is incomplete without Amanda.
This is our last night in Madrid. We followed our usual schedule but added lots of laundry and house cleaning (Amanda did all of this) and then a trip to the Arab baths. While we were soaking I was fantasizing about a world tour of bathing. I recalled some fabuluous bathing in my life, in Kyoto, Istanbul, Taipei and the Russian baths in Manhattan, not to mention many natural hot springs and hippie sanctuaries around the west coast of the U.S of A. Time to start planning. Let us know if you want to join us.
We head to Seattle tomorrow to spend a few days with my parents then home to Portland on Sunday. Curtis and Antonia have planned out their movie viewing for the plane journey. When else are they going to be faced with an opportunity to watch 15 hours of television without me yelling at them to play outside?
Alhambra
We just got back from a trip south to Granada and Cordoba. We had a great time exploring the Alhamabra despite the heat which was upwards of 106 F. While we were in Granada we spent three nights at a youth hostel and had a fine time of it. At first Curtis and Antonia were a bit put off by sharing a room with two strangers but they warmed up to it and soon were quite comfortable wandering around the traditional old house full of young people from all over the world. Curtis said, "Its kind of like going to camp, except there are all these young people smoking hookahs and drinking beer."
We were totally conspicuous, easily the eldest and the youngest guests which made some people uncomfortable and others very warm and curious. On our first night, as soon as my family went to bed I was approached by a Belgian woman who sat down and asked, "Do you always stay at hostels like this with your kids?" She came to Granada a year ago to learn the flamenco guitar, got a job at the hostel and hasn´t left. (Although now she is on her way to Chile to work on a "rolling hostel" a bus that apparently works its way up and down the Chilean coast.)
There is much to write about the past week on the road but not much time to catch up. We have entered our final week and our time will be spent at the swimming pool, the flea market, the arab baths and at the outdoor tables of El Rincón.
We were totally conspicuous, easily the eldest and the youngest guests which made some people uncomfortable and others very warm and curious. On our first night, as soon as my family went to bed I was approached by a Belgian woman who sat down and asked, "Do you always stay at hostels like this with your kids?" She came to Granada a year ago to learn the flamenco guitar, got a job at the hostel and hasn´t left. (Although now she is on her way to Chile to work on a "rolling hostel" a bus that apparently works its way up and down the Chilean coast.)
There is much to write about the past week on the road but not much time to catch up. We have entered our final week and our time will be spent at the swimming pool, the flea market, the arab baths and at the outdoor tables of El Rincón.
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