One to Grow On

May 18, 2010

Happy Days

Filed under: children, Spain — midway2go @ 7:05 am

For more than six months this is how we’ve been visiting with Brandon:

Now, he’s with us and we get to see him like this:

Rory and Nora and I picked Brandon up in Sevilla last Sunday, and we couldn’t stop smiling and giggling and reaching out to make sure he really was here.   The kids and I had taken the overnight ferry from Portsmouth to Santander, on the northern coast of Spain, a few days before.  We drove down, crossing a couple of ranges of snow-covered mountains, spending the night in an 18th century convent-turned parador in Extremadura en route to Andalusia, where we left our camera!  Oh, no!  So the grand reunion was unphotographed, which was just fine with me.  I don’t think I’m likely to forget the lurch in my chest when I first spotted Brandon through the sliding doors at Arrivals, nor the simmering excitement of Rory and Nora, bobbing around in the crowd, waiting for their dad to come out, nor how they tackled him and he had to wade through the crowd with his bag and one kid in each arm.  No, I won’t forget any time soon. 

Brandon has two weeks with us before he heads back to Iraq, and we had arranged a house in the middle of nowhere for the first week and a house on the coast of the busy Costa del Sol for the second.   The first house was gorgeous, set in beautiful gardens with a twenty mile view that saw all the way to Africa.  There was a  huge (but cold!) pool and lots of space for Rory and Nora to run around and wrestle with their dad.  We ate olives and tortilla espanola and picked lemons off of the trees and dipped bread (gluten-free for us, local and fresh for Brandon)  in olive oil so fresh I wanted to pour it on everything.  At night, with the kids tucked in, Brandon and I sat on the south-facing patio in wicker armchairs and watched the stars come out while we caught up.  It was heaven.

I got the camera back in the mail just in time for some parting shots of the house, which, of course, don’t do it justice.   If you ever need a haven, I can recommend the perfect place.

Now, we’re in a house perched on rocks set into the coast of the Mediterranean.   The views are incredible, and the weather has been amazing.  From the huge windows the blue of the sea fades into the blue of a cloudless sky.  Rory and Nora and Brandon have spent the last four days wet, getting out of the pool just long enough to bake dry on the rocks, eat something, and then back into the water.  Yesterday the sea was like a mirror, flat and clam, and Brandon jumped off the rocks into the water.  Rory hopped in and out again just as fast.  When his teeth stopped chattering he couldn’t stop talking about the cold.  He did say that after the sea the pool felt like a spa. 

I spend my time lounging at the outside table, reading and getting sunburned and watching my family.  These are  happy days.




  1. That looks amazing!! Glad you are all together for a while! Keep blogging!!!

    Comment by Amy D — May 18, 2010 @ 6:08 pm

  2. Gosh, Chrislyn. Brandon’s been in Iraq for eight months. The least you could have done was rent him someplace nice so he can relax.

    Comment by Jill — May 19, 2010 @ 8:06 am

  3. My heart is filled with thanksgiving to God to see you all together again. You guys did a great job in choosing a vacation site. Absolutely gorgeous pictures. Thanks for sharing.

    Comment by Joan King--Nana — May 20, 2010 @ 5:57 am

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