Spain...several months ago.

It's been an awful long time since I posted anything but I found a blurb on our trip to Spain so we will continue from there...
 
February 2013 
We all pilled in the car just after four to head towards Andorra for our ski trip. About an hour and a half in, the first snowflake fell. "it's snowing! Should we find somewhere else to stay? Should I go back? Should we put on the snow gear? the roads will be closed!" MP squealed. I could have laughed until I peed, forgetting Israeli's have not had the opportunity to drive in the slightest amount of snow. "britt, what do I do? Snow chains? What would you do? Should I turn back?" I'm staring out at a mild snowfall and clear roads. Good grief, chuck. 
 
Unfortunately the higher we drove the worse it got until we were sliding around mountain side. Time to turn back, only to be told we can make it. Well, we made it about an hour more, driving about twenty before something I wouldn't even risk driving through dumped down on us. Fueled by adrenaline MP was totally going for, even though we were stuck. By nine or so we all came to a consensus to spend the night in La Molina (a pricey ski town with NOTHING around). Luckily the places we did find open were so friendly, accommodating, and helpful. Snowed in we ended up deciding to stay for the ski trip.
 
Our apartment was a lovely warm loft where we cooked dinners and had breakfast while the sun peaked out over the mountains. It felt like Canada, it felt like home. Even when the harsh winds hit my cheeks and the cold crept over my skin it was a refreshing moment. 
 
Our first day hitting the slopes was intimidating but became more fun after a rumba and some Van Gogh on the chair lift. Yair was very impressive for his first time ever and is definitely showed us up by the end of the trip. I was feeling pretty confidant with my carving ability considering I haven't been on a board in several years and of course was excited to hit the slopes again. 
 
What was more exciting was Itay and I deciding we wanted to see the view from the top of one of the mountains, not caring the slopes were too advanced for us. several rounds of J&B gave us the courage to not only tackle red slopes but also to get lost, repeat the voyage and fly down one of the hills side by side on our asses. not long after we made it back to civilization I had an allergic reaction... J&B, tell me it's not true.
 
On our final day at the slopes we took the gondola way up into the mountains, so high I felt like I was on the moon. We also took the gondola back down, no thanks seven kilometer stretch. After Itay savagely gnawed on pigs feet in front of us we hit the road to Barcelona.
 
By this point I had already eaten enough cheese to make up for several months of Veganism. Is going vegetarian on vacation really such a treat? But we are in the land of tapas...woooow. I could live on it. Itay took us to some really amazing, upscale places, and also to Pepe's were I drank cheap wine while everyone else ate full battered anchovies. I suddenly found myself day dreaming about sailing away into the sunset with Pepe as he took me in his embrace when Itay asked for a photo. He gave me his phone number so I guess the offer is still on the table.
 
Aside from eating way too much heavenly goodness every couple hours we visited the Picasso museum and ventured around the city to see some of Gaudi's work. I didn't like it, but all the architecture surrounding it was lovely. We checked out some cathedrals of course, experienced street performers, and I had my first Spanish abortion... It's a shot, so we actually had several.
 
On the note of drinking. One night we ordered 9L of Sangria that poured from several taps, and barely made it half way before MP went crazy and took off down a back alley. Oy vey. 
 
The highlight of the trip, aside from culinary freedom was the Barca match. The stadium had a tremendous energy to it and of course the boys played amazing! It was a lot more fun then watching Chris play when I was a kid.