To Spain

In 8 hours I will land in the city of Barcelona where I will be embraced by the Mediterranean.  She has called my name for years and I could not answer but today is the day my friends.  The day I will return to the land where my adult life began.

And it has been sweet my friends.  While I had a happy youth and a reasonably average level of self-loathing during adolescence, my life markedly, decidedly improved as I aged and it seems to still be in on upswing and I attribute so much of my happiness to the formative experience I had as a missionary while in Spain.

My only wish for this trip is that my family were with me to enjoy it.

So... what will I be doing?

A little bit of this:

A little bit of that:

And of course my primary responsibility:

Working with a group of nuns on Tuesday.

I would ask you to pray for me but I need you to send your luck and prayers to the following individuals who have a lot of "firsts" to go through without me around.

• Steve.  Who I love more than life and who I already miss so that he can get the routine started for back-to-school week
• Gillian.  Has her first soccer practice and game (ever!) this week.  She is also starting up the Spanish immersion this year (she had to take a hiatus because the program here doesn't start until 2nd grade)
• Casey.  Starting Junior High (gulp!) as a big 7th grader.  
• Meghan.  Potty Training.
• Bridget.  That she can adjust to going to bed before 3 am.

Hasta luego chicos!!