Long Weekend Adventuring - #2 Alcalá de Henares

Josh and I had already been to Alcalá de Henares, but Mama C and her brood had yet to, which seems unfair considering she was the one who told me about it. It just seemed right that Alcalá was our first far trip to take with the boys.

We saw a lot of amazing architecture, ate some fabulous food, and soaked in all the Spanishness around us. As Mama C put it so eloquently, it was "soul enriching". So much so that a few times I got a little sad when I got to thinking about how short we are on time left here. Mostly I was just perfectly content.

The boys found a secret hideout which was a photographic gem I am still uber excited about. I LOVE these pictures. Sunlight beams and dust and little boys in caves... :D

I really enjoyed going back to the museum and being able to check out the 711 exposition since we'd missed it last time (it closed before we made it that far). Actually laying eyes on objects that are nearly 2,000 years old is such an amazing experience.

The boys did so well. We must have told them a million times how happy we were with how they were behaving. They each had a moment or two of misbehavin', but nothing noteworthy. They made our trip that much more enjoyable.

Can't wait for the next trip!

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Sassyfrass said…

Look! I'm commenting ON your blog! :) Just looking at the pictures gives me a warm fuzzy.

2/24/2012 5:41 PM

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