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25 postcards from Spain

I know it’s too much. It’s like an hours-long slideshow that Auntie Wilhelm shows on her return from Egypt. But there was so much beauty about, I just wanted to suck it up through my little digital eye. I’m afraid that when it comes to photos I am very much the consumerist traveller. Gobble Gobble Gobble.

So here they are.

25 postcards from Spain.

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airport gaudi inspired university entrance washing
chris, reuben and a spoon angel We get by with a little help from our friends
The doll's house chris and claire playfight on the balcony spanish house
spanish home with sprouting steps reuben rail-surfs sitting in the spanish sun
the corner building beautifulboy.jpg menu
piano-playing on the steps
words for the dead 1 blue sky
entrance of the mausoleum grave words 2
grave words 3 mausoleum
on the balcony the university

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2 Responses to “25 postcards from Spain”

  1. shalome Says:
    May 4th, 2006 at 7:50 am

    Oh, oh, oh! I am sure you can hear the wonderment and awe in my voice. I have quait little images of Timshel in the grocery store, bargaining with the little spanish woman, and Rueben waving wooden spoons around, and dear Shelly sitting contentedly in the sun. I am sure you enjoyed it all very much. It sounds like Spain is a place to return to!

    Rueben is growing I see, and still looking as cheeky as ever.

    Sending you my love, Shalome

  2. Shelley Knoll-Miller Says:
    May 4th, 2006 at 9:51 am

    Thanks for your comment Shalome!
    Spain was brilliant: the Europe of my imagination! I think you would love it’s earthiness too: bookmark it for further travels!

    I went there when England was still bleak, cold and grey so it was great timing to see some good friends bathed in warm sunlight. Since then, England has erupted into spring (buds on the bare trees, lambs, daffodils and sunny days) so now parts of Northern England are reminding me of Northern Spain. Namely: green hills, sunshine, cobblestone streets and gorgeous old stone buildings.

    Reuben has now turned his (fickle) attention to CARS. Big cars, little cars, matchbox cars: he makes the brrmmmm brrrmmm noise and everything.

    Timshel has turned his (fickle) attention to learning Italian in preparation for our trip in Italy.
    Me: “Timshel, can you please change Reuben’s nappy?”
    Timshel: “I’ll just finish this exercise in the second congation”

    love shelley