Holiday in Spain

         I know, we're so cool with our dark shades and serious poses. I couldn't stop laughing.

               At the French border, you are greeted by an old man with a cheese truck. Perfection.

At the end of August, after a hectic summer of trying to get accustomed to a new job and a host of other changes, we escaped to Spain for what was supposed to be nine days, and ended up being 12 because of Hurricane Irene. Not too shabby to be "stranded" in Barcelona, wandering around the city, enjoying cafe con leche and chocolate croissants and the best tapas ever. But I did feel bad for my colleagues, who were putting in 18-hour days covering extreme flooding and rolling power outages. 

We started out in Barcelona and then drove into the Pyrenees, around and around on windy mountain roads taking in the most breathtaking scenery: horses grazing on the side of a rocky slope, lush green pastures dotted with wildflowers growing every which way, valleys overshadowed by ice-capped peaks.  We ended up on the Costa Brava for a few too-short days, lounging on the beach in Tossa de Mar. I didn't want to leave.  

These are some of my favorites. A bunch are taken by C, whose got the photography skillz in the family.