A tope

Pinching my way up the beautiful tufas in Terradets.

I’ve been wanted to make some sort of graph to demonstrate our moving/ migration/ gypsy pattern. I don’t know, like a pie graph or circle graph or something? I can’t really figure out how to create a physical representation of where we’ve been over the past years. I do know that no matter the graph there will always be at least one bubble, line, mark, notch or whatever for Spain.

Bernardo making his way up Mallorca is Funky 7c+, 13a.

Walk around our lake in Sant Llorenc

View of Sant Llorrenc from the the other side of the lake.

People ask us why we continue to come back to the same place when we have the opportunity to travel abroad. All I know is the more often we come here the easier it is answer. It has become another one of our home bases, and I couldn’t imagine not coming here.

I just love the sun glare on these little plants.

Joe and Tom enjoy a night out in Barcelona at Jazzi’s.

People packed inot Jazzi’s

Lovely light.

As I’m sitting here a little hungover from last night festivities, gaping at the mucky floor, and left over dishes that will surely be the only project I can handle today, there’s a lovely sense of contentment remembering how all the dirt came to be. Here I don’t need to tap my feet together and say, “there’s no place like home.”

Self portrait in our house.

When you see these shadows you know it’s going to be a good day.

Bar Balaguer, Catalunya.

Views from the streets, Balaguer.

Color contrast in the streets of Balaguer, Spain.