Crepes with Creme Chantilly
(word to the wise: hold your dress or skirt DOWN when you jump.)
After five days in Paris we flew to Barcelona and got our beach time in. We stayed with friends of friends there and were shown the old part of the city, treated to typical Catalonian and Spanish food (escalivada, pan con tomate, and some meat dish that was absolutely succulent but whose name I have forgotten), and given the most lovely welcome ever. After three days of that, we headed back to Madrid for a day of shopping at El Rastro (the world's loveliest flea market/ripoff center/home of $3 scarves, in my opinion) and lunch with the Madrid family. My Spanish "mother," Maria Jose, who had treated us to this lovely paella on our first day in Madridmade us a full five-course Sunday afternoon lunch (well ... we ate from 2 PM until 7 PM so I'm not sure what to call it) of three types of ham, Manchego cheese (my favorite), Spanish tortilla (egg and potato omelet), salad, steak, some type of fish (we couldn't figure out what to call it in English), the first dessert of fruit ("to help push the steak down," she said) and the second dessert of Rum Ice Cream Cake and coffee. We waddled to the Catedral de Vallecos to snap this very Spanish-looking picture (notice my scarf and Cousin Becky's snazzy $4.50 dress): We flew out the next day and barely made our connecting flight in Boston (by barely, I mean we ran through the terminals and asked security guards to let us jump forward, and made it to our gate after the door was already shut. Fortunately, the capitan was also late so they let us on.) It was awesome, that's all there is to it.