The walled city of Avila was the place we went the first week we got here, so going back marks one year in Spain.
Last time we could see people up on the wall, but we could not figure out how to go up. We found it this time. We could see much of the market, but rather the surrounding countryside looking out and the backs of apartment buildings looking in.
Here is the historic church built into the wall, and below is a newer church outside.
Here we are watching the horse show. The boys headed straight for the highest rock and I headed straight for the shade, even though it meant I couldn´t see. Troy headed straight for the water fountain.
We are in line for shawarma. The boys were really excited. I was really hungry.
Here is one guy who is into it with his costume. The other guy in green is probably thinking, ¨How did I get bamboozled into another shopping expedition?¨ That is what my friend Jeff said. He is the adventurous stay-at-home dad of the twins Sam and Theo. Hopefully you will be hearing more about them in the coming year. Tristan really liked all the stalls: the blacksmith was making trinkets, there were little wooden carved things, people had swords and knives, of course. I learned the names of some of the beads Mom sent me, because they had flourite and unakite at the geology shops.
I have so few pictures because I was trying to get up the nerve to take pictures of people. I looked up advice on-line, thinking I might find a better way to be sneaky. Would you believe, all the street photographers who give advice on this subject say to take the picture with the intention of talking to people. Say something like, ¨I like your look.¨ The truth is, nobody cares. Hardly anyone even noticed. This seems like a typical Spanish family, except that four kids is a lot.
I will say here that my kids might complain while they are hot or hungry or tired of walking, but at the end, they always say, ¨Thank you for taking us here.¨
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