Life: Idiotropic

The only joy in an 8 hour drive across the country are the drive by shootings (the photos), the peace and quiet derived by the child to iTouch ratio, and the sad fact that this is probably the most time I'll have with my husband this week... or may be two weeks.

So, I won't complain about this entire day sitting in my van nor that my smiley doctor gave me nothing for the pain that is not getting better in this sitting position.  Nope.  We're fine.

Though it pained us greatly to drive by Seville and Cordoba without stopping, we survived.  And we managed to find a restaurant that wasn't closed for a wedding nor completely filled with suffocating smoke.  Tiara and I had some delicious artichoke hearts sauteed with serrano ham and Elise had "the best chicken ever."  Sniff.  She doesn't say that about my chicken.  :(

8 hours.  Driving.  One way.  Kirk and I are in full agreement.  Not doing that again.  Not for a day of errands. 

The plus is that I was inspired by all the grape harvests being done that I actually got online and found some wineries nearby and will be visiting them in the next couple weeks.  That will be fun.