We actually do live in Spain
Our first six days in Spain have been marked by highs and lows. For example, one of the families attached to Dennis' office lent us their car for the weekend. What a blessing! It came in handy while house hunting and for taking me to the ER for a bad muscle strain in my neck. I'm fine. We've been so busy trying to check off all of the necessary boxes and to maintain some semblance of sanity with our kids that there had been little chance to stop and let it all sync in...We live in Spain!
Henry finally napped today and the weather was gorgeous, so we walked further into Rota. The kids and Dennis played in the sand while I sat with Cora along the boardwalk. Then we walked through the arch into the old city. We ate tapas and drank wine and milk in the square under the old castle. An old man came up to our table and talked and talked about our kids with the biggest smile on his face, just rubbing Henry's hair. Another couple laughed as he jumped in puddles. They seemed happy, he was happy, we were happy. And in Spain!
As has already been established, this isn't vacation. On most days, Dennis will go to work. The kids will go to school. Dinner will need cooked and laundry will need folded. Which is all fine and good in its own way. But there are always special moments when I realize how all of it is worth it, and just how lucky we are.