The Beginning

So we left the stateside soil on September 3rd. Flying through Frankfurt, we arrived in Madrid in the middle of the afternoon the next day. The flight was relatively uneventful aside from a few honorable mentions. We all popped some Dramamine to help us sleep on the plane (works wonders, highly recommended). Jessica, however, was not a veteran abuser and made the foolish mistake of taking a second Dramamine a few hours later. Needless to say, she was out cold for the rest of the trip and could barely wake up. We eventually just left her sleeping on a bench in the Frankfurt airport while we sought out food like hunter-gatherers.

After a quick 24 hours in Madrid, we jumped in a car and headed to the north of Spain to a province called Asturias. Asturias is the region of Spain where my father was born and raised and the extended family always gathers there for vacations. There is a big house that was bought by my grandmother's brothers that is now basically a private resort for anyone in the family.

So, in Asturias we went to the wedding of one of my dad's cousins. It was pretty baller. We danced to classics such as Achey-Breaky-Heart and La Macarena. After the wedding there was a big festival in the tiny town that our family's house is in. The town is named Cimiano and the festival is called "Nuestra Senora". Some crazy outfits, dances, and traditions are involved. All of these adorable kids are dressed in the typical Asturian garb. Luckies!

After the wedding Chris, Jessica, and I embarked on a week-long journey in the Picos de Europa, a huge mountain range in northern Spain. But that is the subject of another post entirely. For the time being, I posted pictures from this part of the Inquisition on Facebook in an album entitled Asturias Patria Querida.