When we first arrived in Spain, we were quite a sight. The American family schlepping 3 screaming kids though Barajas while pushing 8,000 pounds of luggage on three wobbly luggage carts bowing from the weight. We rented a car, made it down to Cordoba and once the month finished out, moved to the pueblo. Not once did we look back. Our biggest challenge at the time was neither the language nor the culture. It was having no car. For roughly three months we walked everywhere. Not really all that big of a deal since the pueblo is small but when it's 110 degrees out and you have to drag three kids with you to the market not because of lack of babysitters but because you need an extra set of hands to get the loot home...well, it gets old fast. So when the car finally arrived, we were over the moon.
Here we are in Segovia under the wonder
that is the centuries old Aqueduct. Not
too many Iowa license plates can say they've
been parked there now can they?
Last week was my latest
Sadly, a full year into this new life we've invented, such mishaps provoke little more than a knowing smirk and a giggle from me and the kids. Jumping out of the car to check for damage seems even counterproductive at this stage of the game. So I continue on, homeward bound where the husband awaits anticipating what new battle scars he will find on the tricked out minivan that should have been his Harley Davidson.