Off for a pre-dog, pre-baby weekend, Paul and I met up with Ryan in Madrid. It’s a favorite city of his and he showed us lovely things. For me there was seafood and museums. For Paul the focus was vermouth and ham. And for Baby, we enjoyed many, many churros with hot chocolate.
And now a photographic recap:
Waiting for the bus tour to start…
Enjoying the bus tour…
Sights seen on foot, approximately 10 minutes later, when the bus tour was rejected…
Our new place has lovely tall, floor-to-ceiling windows, 320 centimeters to be exact (that’s 126 inches.) Problem: they don’t seem to make standard curtains this large. Not in Italy, not even in the US (at least nowhere I could find online). So, armed with my pocket dictionary and a vague idea of some Pottery Barn drapes I saw on the web, I went to a fabric store in Rome this weekend. Hits, misses and two hours later, I left with enough fabric for four panels plus backing. In the hit category: a very nice man helped me, for a long time. He spoke English and was extremely patient with the project. Misses: Thinking I was buying that special material that you iron between layers of fabric instead of sewing, I came home with a pad for ironing synthetic material. Hmpf. Anyway, I put the drapes together and Paul hung them up. The photos really don’t do them justice because I have to say, they look quite nice. The whole place has a softer, more romantic feel. Just wait until baby and Carter arrive…
4 days to go, ’til Fluff Ball Central.
Carter and I two relocations ago, outside the house in Tennessee.
Scary, gas-scented cooking experience. BYO matches.
Burners and oven both light automatically. Futuristic!
To say this song is popular on the Italian radio station is inaccurate. It’s on every day.
All. The. Time.
We’ve basically got an every-other-song rotation going, alternating with Coldplay.