Barcelona on my mind

I'm working in sunny Barcelona this week and as the plane flew in, I recalled how mountainous it is, how coastal it is, and how much I do really like Spain - the architecture in Barcelona is unlike any other.

Tonight a colleague and I walked in the center of town among boulevards lined with shops and restaurants, which anchored a few 'hidden' squares. It was nice to get out of the hotel and prowl around a bit, even if the smell of scented cigarettes dotted the night. My colleague spoke Spanish which was helpful, but for much of the night, I felt a slight pang of helplessness, a longing to know more Spanish than I do (which is basically nil). In a former life, I think I would have liked to have been a linguist.

As I packed last night, my kids were also preparing for my departure. Carter came in and sat on the edge of my bed as if to engage in a serious conversation. Callie came in a few min later, handed me a note, and quickly departed...

Carter: mom, so is there any chance I'm going with you on this trip?
Mom: Sorry no - not unless you fit inside this (tiny) roller bag.
Carter: I can fold. I'm foldable (or some variation of this).

Callie note to mom:  Plese can you wak me up when you leave so I can say goodbye?  Check yes/no.  Rite back.

I do love these bittersweet traveling mommy moments. Yes, I will 'rite' back.