Beware. This is just a collection of photos and notes. I will come back and weave it into a proper blog one day.
Each morning, a breakfast like this was prepared at the apartment. Morning is a fairly vague term for 1030-11ish. In all fairness, it only looked this exquisitely laid out on the morning I took this photo. It was normally a bit more of a dogs breakfast, and one time, the croissants were a much darker brown than the other mornings.
Matisse would join us at the table. One morning she was making quite the "racket" you know what I mean... Maybe this photo gives an indication.
The morning after we went to France, it was a perfect day. Mum has been wishing this for us, and it came true. It just took a while to get here from Australia. Bridget and Luke flirted with pneumonia again and went for another swim. Serious mad dogs. I indulged in a photo shoot...see below.
The day was young. So we went up the mountain searching for Jesus. We kept seeing people taking glamorous portraits, Luke informed us they were for their match.com profile pictures. Bridget and I don't really like taking heaps of photos, or posing, but we wanted to fit in, so we got to work. Karl and Luke kept busy navigating all the stairs with the pram.
On this occasion, and every other time we are in public, Matisse is smiling at strangers and making friends. Every time we look around, people are there making crazy faces at Matisse. Spanish people usually poke out their tongues. Tourists smile. Matisse doesn't seem picky in her taste of people, but she isn't shy of a Spanish man, that's for sure.
We found Jesus at the top of the hill. He was towering over a castle with a pretty decent outlook over Basque Country.
We had definitely made the most of breakfast and dinner, usually two three course meals, so by dinner time, we weren't usually that hungry. Factor in that it doesn't get dark until 930-10pm, and you have a dinner predicament on your hands. We were caught in the apartment with a sleeping child most nights, so we ducked out to get something; pizza,fried chicken and lollies were hot on the menu. We did organise ourselves for tapas one night, specifically a Monday, but we think it was their night off. The streets was so quiet on the West side. Next time, we will definitely hit up old town.
Our nights were packed with cards, get it, the puns. I noticed I'm a little bit psycho when it comes to cards, I was ready to take Luke on for dealing me shit hands. Karl's poker face turned out to be indecipherable. Casinos, look out.
Bridget and I participated in some involuntary wine testing, and are pleased to report that we can capably tell the difference between a €2 and €8 bottle of vino tinto.
We we lost the keys to the apartment and suspected the dirty tradies renovating the place had stolen them from our door. So we hid our valuables and went for a swim. They turned up down in the couch. Good thing I went through the disgusting, sloppy bin. Yeah. The renovations in the apartment block weren't mentioned in the apartment listing.
Some other things that happened. Karl and Bridget thought there was sea mist coming off the water one afternoon. We walked there to get face fills of sand. So refreshing.
By the way, sea mist is an anagram for Matisse. But that isn't her nick name because Luke invented one for her, Tizzy Rascal. I think it's going to stick.
Broken glass in the bin? Ok. Matisse loves anything you put on the ground, and I was trying to get her attention. So as I lowered the glass to the ground I was waving it at her so she would come over and I could pounce on her for a hug. "Look what I'm putting on the ground Matisse" I taunted her. But I accidentally dropped it and it smashed into a gazillion pieces. She wanted to get all over it like a rash but I quickly vacuumed it up. Ladies and gentlemen, how not to get your daughters attention.