Spain

It's true.  We went to Spain and it was pretty fun.  The boys had two weeks of spring break. So for one of those weeks we packed up the car and headed 10 hours south.  We stayed in a town called Mataro, about a 40 minute train ride from Barcelona.  Mataro is not a tourist town.  And in fact, I'm pretty sure we were the only tourists roaming the streets. 

They have a historical town center with a very pretty cathedral.  

Here is David sitting with the boys at one of the side chapels giving a little Bible lesson.

After David's explanation of the cross, Ryan was a little concerned about Jesus.  I assured him that He didn't stay there and not to worry, He rose again on the third day and lives again.  He was relieved to hear the news.   (Although it made me wonder if the kid has been listening in Sunday school, since Easter wasn't that long ago.)

Later in the day we headed to the beach.  Never in my life would I have imagined sitting at the edge of the Mediterranean, but here I was.  And let me just say, THE WATER WAS FREEZING!!  That didn't stop the boys in my life and all three of them jumped right in.

"Look at my tiny sea shell mom."

Off to Barcelona we traveled and our first stop was to the home of FC Barcelona, and the largest soccer stadium in the world.

It can hold 100,000 people and I must say, it's pretty impressive.  

You get to see the stadium and visit the club museum. They also have basketball teams and handball teams. I think there were a couple more sports, but I can't remember.

Club motto,  "More than a Club."

Adrian having his picture taken in front of the famous Lionel Messi.  

This boy couldn't be any happier.

How could we forget Neymar?  

Here is David reliving his handball years and checking out the jersey of one if his favorite handball players.

Like I said, basketball also made an appearance in the museum.  Here you can see the progression of jerseys.  This poor display was in the corner over next to the ladies restroom.  

We were able to walk out to the the field through the same tunnel the players run out of.  Off to the right, just as you exit into the stadium you can find a small chapel for the athletes.  I suppose if you needed one last plead for strength and a win here's where you could do it.

I don't remember what this is, some place we weren't aloud to go, so I figure it's an entrance to players locker room or something.

On our way to the press room.

In the pressroom.

On the field.

The boys in the press box.  Pretty fancy.

After the stadium we were pretty tuckered out.   By that time I was also all pictured out and didn't take the camera out much.  I could kick myself now.  Oh yeah, it was raining, that's why the camera stayed tucked away.

We wondered our way down town to the port, and the cathedral and then down La Rambla.  La Rambla is a market street lined with tourists and shops.

Ryan near the port.

Interestingly enough, we entered the church at the same time an American school was touring and giving a concert.  It was a nice reason to sit down and have a rest.  Some of us were a little tired.  

On a another day we visited a place called Monserrat. Monserrat is a mountain range that actually means serrated, like a knife, and is home to the Benedictine abbey Santa Maria de Montserrat.

Is it also the home to the Virgin of Montserrat and people stand in extremely long lines to be able to go up to her and touch her.  We didn't stand in line.  My child would be the one to knock her over...Also I didn't feel the need to touch her.

Some where I also read that there is a myth that this is the location of the Holy Grail.  

We went into the church and after some time this priest, or monk, I'm not sure which he was, came out and and spoke.

He was then followed by the boys choir...a surprise we had not anticipated.  What a treat!

So I leave you with a little taste of what we heard and if you ever get a chance to travel to this area of Spain it is worth the journey.