Tuesday, August 31, 2010

What have we gotten ourselves into?


Our first few days in Spain led to some anxiety. Not knowing what to do or our way around the city, we wondered aloud if we had arranged for too long a stay... what were we going to do? The apartment was fine, clean, basic, two bedroom place in a downtown neighborhood. We thought about coming back earlier. I wondered if we had been seduced by the price and time off we had. But as meg said, "what would be do back in White Plains anyway (we also learned later that there was a prolonged heat wave back home). It took some time to find our way around, not helped by imprecise answers to our questions and a lack of information on the part of the tourism and other officials. However, once we got into the swing of things, we really liked the city. It took nearly a week to track down the elusive mystery tourist train - a kind of tram that went throughout the city and had a stop behind our building and also went to the beaches. There was also a nice municipal pool down the block and a friendly neighborhood restaurant with good food down the street, plus many playgrounds with lots of kids playing. By the end of the month, we didn't want to leave, the sign of a good trip.

How's that flight?


We arranged our reservations for Spain in the fall for a June 30th flight and the closer we got to that date, the more nervous I was to travel with a toddler. We talked about how to distract her and sought the advice of anyone who had flown with a little one. For months, I kept my eyes open for toys or electronic devices that would do the trick. I bought and later returned a portable DVD player and we also got an iPod touch. I feared a nuclear meltdown on the flight, tracked aboard for hours with hundreds of angry passengers. It made for a long day, getting a ride to the airport from Grandpa, going through security - as tedious as it is as an adult, it is awful with a little one. The flight itself went fairly well, she slept, but not for too long. We spent the rest of the flight pulling various toys and snacks out of a bag and praying for surrounding passengers to play along with her. The trip was all the longer with a stop in Madrid (where they had a terrific children's play area) before going on to Barcelona. All in all, Bridget got through it with flying colors making friends along the way, a relief for us.