POD "Tis the Season"

Ahhhh spring in Spain. Tis the season of sunshine, beautiful 75 degree days, fresh cool breezes coming off the ocean, parakeets squawking in the palms, lounging in the hammock (if I can get comfortable) and grilling. Oh wait... I forgot something. It's also the season of dog hair. Piles and piles and piles of dog hair. Dog hair and mud. Doggy dust bunnies the size of small creatures that leave me with no choice but to ignore the doorbell when it rings. "Ohhhhhhh no. I am NOT letting anyone step ONE foot inside this house right now." Yeah... it's bad. People ask me, "How do you keep up with all that hair!" HAH! I DON'T! I have a hard enough time keeping up with it when i'm NOT huge and tired. SO just a warning for the next person who rings my doorbell. Don't expect me to answer it. ;)

POD "Gotta Beat 'em to the Bunk"

So this is why I insist on being first in bed. Usually I have NO problem beating the boys to bed what with my current "condition." ;) However, there ARE days when I get busy and next thing you know I hear Matt telling the boys it's time for bed. Of course there is NO way I can beat them considering I'm the only one with an evening bathroom routine. SO when I don't beat them... this is what I come in to find.

Really? Really? As if we don't ALREADY have a problem with space. Double bed + 1 man + two extra pillows + pregasaurus = NO SPACE. Add a Husky to the mix and it's just trouble. No joke, I think Takoda is smiling.

POD "Use Two Straws When Eating for Two"

Of COURSE this picture made it as the photo of the day! Are you kidding? How could it not? This batido (aka shake) is the BEST I've had since arriving in Spain and you can find this icy delight at Bombay in Rota. :) Of course I had to have Rocio, my spanish chica friend, take a picture of the dessert masterpiece. Little did I know what a hillarious picture it would be.

Side note: Things that are wrong with this picture...
1. The shake came with two straws. Ummm apparently I'm supposed to share?
2. I made the mistake of leaning my upper body away from camera, only emphasizing the largeness of my lower region. :)
3. It's my "bad side." Yes folks, now that I have bangs, I have a bad side. Which is the bad side? The side that gives you a sneak peak of the forehead.
4. My head looks too small for my body. :)

Hasta Luego Botas

Today is a sad day. A very sad day. Today I was told by two different people that it's time to throw away my boots. MY boots. My favorite boots. But how could I possibly part with a pair a boots that are simply irreplaceable?

Ah, I see what you're thinking. Boots are replaceable. Apparently you haven't met my boots. Allow me to explain WHY I cannot bear to part with these boots.

Numero uno: They were a smokin deal. Just upon arriving in Spain, these boots were my FIRST gypsy market purchase at a measly 15 euro.

Numero dos: They don't feel like boots; they feel like slippers. When I slide my feet into these amazing (yet mildly stinky) botas, it's like they're giving my piggens a big, warm pleather hug.

Numero tres: No blisters, no pain. That's right. I can wear them for hours upon hours exploring the hilly, cobblestone streets of Spain and I can forget the ziplock bag of bandaids and tylenol.

Numero quatro: They're cute! It's not that often you can pair the words "cute" and "comfortable" in the same sentence when describing only ONE pair of shoes.

And finally...

Numero cinco: They've officially earned a place in my heart. I mean, we've shared some REALLY special times together. Need I remind you?

Surprising Mom on her birthday in Maine
Denmark
Sweden
England
Italy
Let ALONE all the other streets they've explored in Spain.

Sighhhhhhhhhhhh. SO as you can now clearly see, the decision to finally part with my boots(which have already been professionally repaired once) is a difficult one. Maybe rather than tossing them, I'll just stash them away in the closet for a while until the lone Rota shoe repairman doesn't recognize them anymore. That sounds like a GREAT plan to me!!!

So boots, it isn't goodbye, but instead, as they say here in Andalucia, "Hasta Luego." :)