We didn't have our camera with us every where we went, so sometimes our phones had to do.
Most are mine, but I stole a few from Jason, Caitlin, Ben & Mother Dear

//At the market in Morocco http://distilleryimage10.s3.amazonaws.com/1d608cdacef911e2913e22000ae8004c_7.jpghttp://distilleryimage10.s3.amazonaws.com/cfeeaf98cecd11e2a59b22000a9f3c66_7.jpg
//Baby camel!
//The parade we happened upon in San Pedro http://distilleryimage8.s3.amazonaws.com/7278a748cc8d11e2bc2222000a1f98f9_7.jpghttp://distilleryimage7.s3.amazonaws.com/e89013decc2a11e296ca22000a9f0a36_7.jpg
//From my parents' deckhttp://distilleryimage4.s3.amazonaws.com/73787d1ed1c711e2a64f22000a1f968e_7.jpghttp://distilleryimage3.s3.amazonaws.com/35f2aa0ccc5c11e28a6522000a9f17d4_7.jpg http://distilleryimage5.s3.amazonaws.com/28209a00cc5d11e2bf9022000a1fb723_7.jpghttp://distilleryimage8.s3.amazonaws.com/50dce05ccc7111e2ab5722000a1f9684_7.jpg
//Jason got hot on our drive through the hills near Ronda
//Argentine and Paraguayan dinner

//Thanks for the memories Spain. And the ice cream. And that pool


BTIL & Friends & Darndest Things

Who needs a child when you have a Jason

While looking for a comfy pair of dress socks, he pulls one single sock out of the drawer:
"I wish I had the sequel to that one."

After I corrected his grammer:
"Shut your.... cute and sexy mouth."

And a special appearance from one of Jason's friends talking about a very intelligent and slightly socially awkward guy he works with:
Friend: "He's always talking about his girlfriend. She does.. umm, what's that called again? Like stripping but for ugly girls?"
Wife: "Burlesque?"
Friend: "Yeah, she's a burlesque dancer."


Adventures in Spain

Spain was beautiful. We stayed at a resort right on the Mediterranean. After our day trips to Rondo, Cordoba, Marbella, or Morocco, we'd head back to the resort and go straight to the beach or the pool followed by a late dinner. And from my parents' deck, we could see Africa across the sea. 

My brother-in-law lived in the southern part of Spain for two years while serving a mission for our church. One night that week, we went over to dinner with a few families from the church where he served. Even though I only understood about 20% of the conversations that night (all the men in our group- Jason, my dad, my brother Sam, and my brother-in-law Ben- speak Spanish, so none of the conversation was in English), this was one of my favorite things that we did. The food was delicious and the conversation was incredibly lively. 

One evening, while walking through San Pedro, we happened upon an awesome parade of some sort. There was a huge band following a group of men carrying... I'm not even sure how to describe it, but it was large. And there was swaying. I noticed that all of the kids a certain age (8? or 10?) were all dressed in white. The girls in dresses. The boys in sailor suits. I thought it was maybe in celebration of their first communion? Anyone know anything about that?

While in Morocco, my dad made a friend. This friend really wanted to sell him an ugly elephant carved out of wood. He followed him around for at least 20 minutes. After about 527 "No thank you's" from my father, the man offered the elephant to him for free and tried to stick it in my dad's pocket. I'm not sure what his intention was with that one. We all got a kick out of watching this guy's persistance. 

And now for the wrap up: Go for the sites, not the food. The very best meal we had was actually at an amazing Italian restaurant. But the traditional Spanish food didn't blow me away. Unless you really really love paella. Then you're set. Or tortillas de patata, which I'm pretty sure Ben had every single day. 


Look What the Cat Dragged In

It's time to ask the all-important questions.

1) Why is it taking me so long to recover from our Spain trip? I'd go to bed at 8 every night if Jason would let me. But then we wake up at 3 AM and Jason's not a huge fan of that. I just fall asleep again and finally get out of bed a 6, which begins the most productive morning of my life. This is coming from a girl who usually wakes up at 8:30 to get to work by 9. Seeing the world before 7 ain't half bad. I've run so many errands before arriving at work this week, I think I've finally earned myself a "housewife of the week" award. I even did the laundry for once. I never do laundry because I wear my clothes a million times before I wash them. And Jason becomes so desperate for clothes that he just does them himself. It's a very nice plan that we've developed. But I finally caved, because after returning from a trip, even if I didn't wear that article of clothing, anything housed in the cramped, stuffy box of a suitcase receives the official stamp of dirty.

2. Why are Taco Bell's bean burritos so much better than the ones I make at home? I have been ordering the same thing from Taco Bell since I was 5. Bean burrito- no sauce, no onion. That comes to $1.28 my friends. And it consists of a tortilla, some powdered beans, and fake cheese. WHY CAN'T I RECREATE THIS AMAZINGNESS AT HOME? Seriously, if someone has the answer, I'm all ears.

3. How did I manage to drop my keys into the dumpster even as I was repeating to myself, "Now be sure and don't drop your keys when you throw this trash in here. Remember, don't drop the keys. Don't drop the keys." And why then for some inexplicable reason did I think I did NOT drop the keys after I definitely did, in fact, drop the keys in the dumpster and go on with my merry life until hours later when for some inexplicable reason, I could not find my keys. And why did I then look a million different places BEFORE I thought to go check the dumpster. The mysteries of the universe, I tell ya.