Hasta Luego Valencia

I don't cry much. In fact, a part of me struggles to cry at even the saddest moments of my life. But I cried tonight while piggy-backing Presley through the bustling streets of Valencia, Spain on our last night here. It was fittingly raining most of the day, symbolic of my feelings on leaving. Its been hard at times, but more so, some of the most precious moments of my life. I was able to realize a dream I've had most of my adult life - to truly live in a foreign country. The food wasn't my favorite, and it was BALLS hot most of the time, but we loved it all. The people, the beaches, the ridiculously affordable good wine....and the memories will last forever. My daughter, who always teases me because she longs to see me cry...maybe to connect with me because she is so in touch with her own emotions???...She said, "Mom, we are going to have new adventures from here." So wise. And we will. But a bittersweet goodbye none the less. Pics below of my 3.5 mile lap of our city during P's siesta, and her favorite grumpy face at dinner after. Hasta Luego Valencia. Rezo para que volvamos algun dia. <3