Our Spain and Switzerland trip ~ Day 4

 We spent our fourth day in Barcelona and it was a really sweet Sunday.

The ward we attended first thing was one of the most tender experiences I have had when visiting another
church congregation. I can't stop thinking about those faithful and darling people and mostly, the incredible
youth that sang to end sacrament meeting. It brings tears to my eyes, just typing about it.

After a long walk back to the hotel so we could see more of Barcelona, we spent the rest of
the day at La Sagrada Familia. We were told how incredible it was, but were definitely not
prepared for how we would feel or how, no matter how much we learned about Antoni Gaudì,
it didn't feel like enough. We were intrigued and inspired and I don't know, it just doesn't feel
like something I can't adequately explain. None of us will ever forget it.

It was a beautiful day in Barcelona. I was sad to see it end so quickly.

PS. That third to last photo is in the top few favorite photos I've ever taken. I'm a Jesus girl.
Through and though. Always and forever. Oh I love Him.

Our Spain and Switzerland trip ~ Day 3

 Our third and last day of Madrid was truly wonderful. Between discovering Joaquin Sorolla,
a new favorite artist, and the beautiful Thyssen museum, it was a good art day. Never mention
more walking of this gorgeous city that I truly and completely fell in love with. And then our train
ride to Barcelona. (Have I ever mentioned that I absolutely love trains? Because I really do.)

It was the happiest of days. I loved it so.

 

Our Spain and Switzerland trip ~ Day 2

Our second day in Madrid included metro rides, touring the Palacio Real,
walking around the city and the Parque Retiro, but mostly...mostly, one of
the greatest moments of my life in the last two decades. Hands down.

Because we have a friend that we were incredibly close to right after we were
married, and who we consider an uncle to our kids. But all of us lost track of
each other over twenty years ago. And just a few months back, and through
an amazing miracle, we found him again and reconnected. And he happens
to live in Madrid. So we spent the day with him and his friend, Andrew
(who is now also officially one of my favorite people ever).

And as long as I live, I will never forget walking through the door of a store in
Spain and seeing Ladis standing there, waiting for us. And then spending hours
walking and talking and laughing and even crying together right before we
parted ways. We love this guy more than we could ever say. And having him
back in our life is one of my favorite gifts God has ever given me.

Oh it was a good day. A really, really good day.