14.4.11

Beiber in Barcelona

Last Wednesday, Beiber fever hit Barcelona. My friend Sujaree offered to get tickets when they went on sale. My first thought was um, no. But then I took a moment to think about it and thought Jessica would LOVE this. Jessica was not a huge Justin Beiber fan but she knew some songs and was indeed super excited to get to see his concert. Once the big day was here we jumped on a train and then took a taxi to the arena. We found some of the girl's schoolmates there and Jess and Carina both got the obligatory face markings. I've since learned that this a symptom of acute "Beiber Fever."

Then we purchased our concert t-shirts and waited for the big moment to arrive.Imagine if you will, thousands of screaming adolescent girls screaming "Joostine, Joostine." It took me a few moments to realize they were screaming "Justin" with their Spanish accent. The show was entertaining. He has some interesting cages he would climb into and float over the crowd on the floor. It was really rather impressive to hear all these Spanish girls singing the words to every song. And the screaming was rather intense at times when he flashed baby pictures or home videos of a very young Justin playing drums. Still the highlight of the night was the encore when he came out with his Barca shirt and sang Baby.



As it turns out one can actually catch Beiber fever from these events as Jessica can now be found more often then not with her ipod on singing, "You smile, I smile." I'm just happy that she had a good time and has some good memories from when Beiber came to Barcelona.

4.4.11

Follow the yellow brick road...

It's that time of year again. The days are longer; the birds are singing; the flowers are blooming; and the curtain rises...Cue the pit band the overture begins. And we find ourselves on a farm in Kansas...Auntie Em, comes out of a house (partially built by Dad) calling for Dorothy...that girl is slow as molasses.

Folding sheets, with Dorothy the dreamer...

Don't you ever think about what's over the rainbow?
A twister drops Dorothy right in the middle of a rainbow, much to the surprise of the Munchkins. Jess is a munchkin farmer, who along with the Mayor, Isabella was onstage most of the time.
Motion shots are blurry, sorry. Dancing...


We welcome you very sweetly...
In Oz...oh oh oh, ah ah ah in the merry old land of Oz. That would be Alexa on the right.
Singing a love song, we are not sure why it was in the show.
Alexa at a Witchy tea party...
Doesn't her face just glow?
The finale...
Alexa in the back.
It was a great weekend of shows. Over 60 students from all three school levels participated. It was the largest show the school has ever presented. All in all a great success. We're so proud of our Aunt Em, and Munchkin farmer!! And we're equally proud of Andrea who three days before opening night was handed the script with instructions to "figure out the lighting." and did beautifully! She received verbal recognition from the director at the end as well. Each year leaves me anticipating next year's performance even more.

3.4.11

And that is how I know you are my sister...

Beverly came to visit us this past week. Nick was in the US for business. Nicole was stuck in school. So it was just Bev and Me...and the four kids. But, mostly they had school and play practice. She arrived early Sunday afternoon and had expressed a desire to return to Tibidabo,the amusement park on the top of the mountain. At this time of year it's only open on weekends and since she was leaving Friday morning, that only left Sunday afternoon to go. Luckily the rainy gray skies that welcomed her on landing cleared out and we had a pretty fabulous day.


Bev's favorite ride...

The next morning we work early and headed into the city. Our plan was to see the Picasso Museum, but it's closed on Monday. So we shopped around for a while then headed to the Mandarin Oriental for a fabulous spa treatment. Here is us, after we were all relaxed and pampered.

On Tuesday, I was feeling under the weather. But we had reservations for a tour of Costa Brava and Girona. So I gave Andrea the day off of school and the two of them kept the reservations while I coughed and sneezed all day at home.

On Wednesday we returned to the Picasso Museum and enjoyed the Barri Gottic shops. We had a nice Tapas lunch near the Barcelona Cathedral.
On Thursday we went to the Sagrada Familia. I hadn't been inside since well before the Pope had been there. I was in awe of what I saw televised from his visit. And in person, the interior of the building is breathtaking. It's the third largest Cathedral in the world. And without all the scaffolding inside, you can really see Gaudi's imprint on the building.
Here is Beverly, in front of the Shepherds on the Nativity Facade.
And in front of the workshop...
After we had our fill of Gaudi it was off to fill our stomachs. One of my favorite restaurants in Barcelona for lunch is Mauri's. It has the most amazing desserts. Beverly enjoyed it as well, since this was our second visit in just a few days!
On the way to the Sagrada Familia, Beverly and I were talking about More Magazine. She had mentioned the magazine wanting to talk about a particular article. I responded by saying, "I love More magazine." And Beverly said, "Really...That's how I know you're my sister."
Which I found (and still find) really funny...not the least of which is because 43 years later and it's our taste in magazines that finally confirms it for her. So, a little while later, we were going up out of the metro, and she wanted to take the escalator that was available because her feet hurt. (We'd been taking the stairs, because of all the aforementioned desserts) So, I said ok, stepped on the escalator and kept walking up the steps. Which earned me a string of not very nice comments from Beverly. And I turned and said to her, "Now, that, is how you know I'm your sister."
It doesn't happen very often anymore being able to spend time together just the two of us. With our families, jobs and one of us moving half way across the world, it's enough just to talk on the phone or communicate by email most days. But, spending time with Beverly,or really any of my siblings, makes me feel like I am home. Because no one knows me quite like they do...and I can say one word and we know exactly what we're thinking. And they make me smile and laugh...and put up with my crankiness, and other faults....and that is how I know she's my sister.
Love you tons Bev! So glad that you could join us for the week!!

Flat Stanley Fail...

We've hosted 4 flat Stanleys since we've moved to Barcelona. It's always a fun job taking pictures to send back to school kids in the US who might never even heard of Barcelona before. So, when my friend Melanie emailed asking if she could send Flat "Megan" my way I happily agreed. Flat Megan arrived safe and sound and I took her down town on some errands to get some pictures.In front of the fountain where if you take a drink you are sure to return....
In front of the Hard Rock Cafe...
And it seemed a perfect reason to take her down to the Port when we were going to the movies one day. I slipped her into my purse, and when I sat down on the train she was gone. Flat Megan had flown the coop. I sent an apologetic email immediately to Melanie who channeled her inner Catalan with a generous, "No pasa nada"...and I decided to make a replacement Megan to send along on her mission. So, below is Flat Megan II, after her makeover enjoying the bunyoles, small anise flavored sugared donuts that only appear at Lent.
Yummy Bunyoles...
And because it took so long to get the makeover, we took her to Font Romeu on our second ski weekend there...


and a picture of Jess standing in for Flat Megan...
Last week I sent Flat Megan off to her next stop in Finland. I still feel awful that the original is floating around Sant Cugat somewhere. But, then I think about the book, and imagine that she is having quite the adventure herself.