Break Time

Although I adore staying home with our dear Paloma, there are times when I go a little stir-crazy. Lucky for me, the hubby encourages me to go downtown by myself and disconnect from babyland. Gradually, I'm ridding myself of new mom's guilt and enjoying a breather outside of home life.

Also, now that Paloma has more interests outside of milk and sleep, we've been taking more frequent walks around the 'hood. The fun thing about it is watching her gape at common things like stoplights, tree planters, old men with canes. I now know that any small baby suffering from low self-esteem should go out and meet strangers, some simply cannot resist making a fuss over these tiny creatures.

Barcelona has several parks, but so few with stretches of grass. We live next to the Parc de Sant Marti with tons o' green.

Barceloneses emerge from their homes to enjoy the park when the temperature drops in the evening.
Park-goers can admire the reflection of this square man-made pond.

Or they can play fetch with their dog. Attaboy, Fido! Good dog.

On Sundays, you can watch some classic futbol.

Paloma imitated the distressed mother of the famous Great Depression photo by Dorothea Lange.

There was a gargantuan nest built by these chirpy green parrots that dwell throughout the city.

I wanted Paloma to wear one of these luscious white flowers we came across along the way. She wouldn't have any of it. As a kid, I also unwillingly posed for my father's camera. And the cycle continues...An aging church stands at the backdrop.

Fer and Paloma stand below a sun dial from the days of yore.

"Remember that time passes / Road to eternity"

We decided to get some grub and noticed this solar-powered car thingy.

A savage homicide! Fernando thought the stuffed animal murder was committed against Mike Wasowski.

But I knew it was just some Joe Schmoe.

Nothing like freshly shaven meat for dinner. I love the kebab.

All the fixings.

Fer used to hold Paloma like a hot loaf of bread. Now he can do baby in one hand, beer in the other. Oh, and after I took this shot, my motherly instincts took over. Two hands!