Barcelona adventures


I thought it was just about time to share a few photos from our little trip sans children to Barcelona that we took at the beginning on October. We planned it all the way back in June, after finding out that my sister was pregnant and wanting to go and see her before the baby arrives in December. It was also our five year wedding anniversary, Rob's 30th birthday and just in fact an excuse to have a break. We've not been anywhere on holiday just to two of us since our honeymoon and frankly that was a bit shit. Not because of the company but because of where we stayed and in fact we sort of treated this like a little second honeymoon because of that fact.

We arranged for the boys to be looked after at home, so they could keep to their routines and be at school and nursery since we were going away in term time and mid-week. I was pretty anxious about leaving them, more particularly Rohan as we've only been away from him for a night before, and not to another country all together, especially since he was still recovering a little from his surgery, but he was in good hands with Robs parents staying for the whole week. We left on Sunday evening and it just felt so strange to be at the airport just us. No trying to keep them entertained whilst we waited, no having to control them, no million questions, just silence! Then we remembered this is what life is like with no children around!


We were greeted by torrential rain when we finally touched down in Barcelona where we were picked up by my blooming sister and drove back up the windy roads to her village above the city. We stayed up a little while chatting before it was time for bed. The next morning my sister had a hospital scan, so we left Rob in bed recovering from a cold and headed into the city. It was amazing to be able to join my sister and see the baby wriggling around inside her tummy, sometimes it still amazes me that she's going to have a baby and that I'm going to be an aunty for the first time! After her appointments we walked along the seafront back into town, chatting and having a proper catch up, until we reached one of our old favourite areas of El Born and decided to take the opportunity to do what we liked best, which is to walk the old streets looking at all the amazing back allies, tiny independent shops and window shopping. We used to do this years ago, before Theo came along, and it was so nice to relive those memories and really enjoy not being distracted by small people! We got especially excited when we stumbled upon the Tiny Cottons store and pawed and stroked every item of children's clothes saying I want that, I want this - I want it ALL!

The next few days passed like this; visiting different places, chatting, eating food, resting and relaxing in our child free state. Wednesday soon rolled around and that meant it was Rob's 30th birthday! I'd booked a surprise stay in a hotel in Barcelona, something we've never done before, so we packed up our bag for the night to head out to Hotel Brummel, on the other side of the city in Poble Sec, but first we stopped off at Camp Nou as that's what Rob wanted to do on his birthday. We spent a few hours going round the museum, which actually was really interesting as the history of the football club is so interwoven into the social history of Barcelona and the Catalan people. After we'd finished we made our way to the hotel to check in and were given the most amazing room! It had a gigantic roof terrace overlooking Mont Juic one way, the rest of the city the other and complete with an outside bath, which after getting pretty hot and sweaty on our way there, we decided would be a good opportunity to change into our swimmers and have a dip whilst enjoying a beer in the late afternoon. It really was pretty idyllic! The hotel itself is just stunning, it definitely made me want to stay for more than one night. It felt amazingly light and airy but with so many great design features and so much to look at. It definitely had that cool vibe, with lots of art on display, plants, beautiful furniture and products for sale. The staff were really friendly too, and gave us loads of tips of where to go and provide you with maps of loads of cool things to check out. If we were visiting Barcelona for the first time, or didn't have family here it would be such a great resource. There's also an attached yoga space where guests get free classes, but unfortunately they weren't on at the times when we were there, but otherwise I would've loved to go to a class. We really enjoyed our stay and it felt like a proper treat, the space inside and out were beautiful, with a stunning courtyard on the ground floor and a terrace with a small pool on the next floor up.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just relaxing before getting ready to go out for dinner in the evening...again such a novelty! My sister and Borja joined us at their favourite pizza place in Ravel and we got to eat a whole meal without having to leave our seats once or feed anyone else! Afterwards we visited an old bar full of dusty shelves full of old bottles, mirrored walls and heavy old curtains and drank a few beers and Rob sampled the absinthe. Feeling pretty tired we walked the short way back through the city to our hotel, and tucked ourselves up with a cup of herbal tea. We know how to live now that we're in our thirties! 

The next few days passed by much the same, we wandered around the streets, sat in parks, visited cafes, and went to another scan. We decided to take some maternity photos of my sister and Borja and walked up to Tibidabo which is just above where my sister lives. The evening light was perfect and we wandered around that area finding the perfect places to shoot. The next day we headed out again to visit a favourite out of town cafe my sister and Borja discovered for brunch before driving a little way more to a local vintage market, where we stumbled upon yet more amazing places to take a few more maternity shots.


Barcelona adventures


I thought it was just about time to share a few photos from our little trip sans children to Barcelona that we took at the beginning on October. We planned it all the way back in June, after finding out that my sister was pregnant and wanting to go and see her before the baby arrives in December. It was also our five year wedding anniversary, Rob's 30th birthday and just in fact an excuse to have a break. We've not been anywhere on holiday just to two of us since our honeymoon and frankly that was a bit shit. Not because of the company but because of where we stayed and in fact we sort of treated this like a little second honeymoon because of that fact.

We arranged for the boys to be looked after at home, so they could keep to their routines and be at school and nursery since we were going away in term time and mid-week. I was pretty anxious about leaving them, more particularly Rohan as we've only been away from him for a night before, and not to another country all together, especially since he was still recovering a little from his surgery, but he was in good hands with Robs parents staying for the whole week. We left on Sunday evening and it just felt so strange to be at the airport just us. No trying to keep them entertained whilst we waited, no having to control them, no million questions, just silence! Then we remembered this is what life is like with no children around!


We were greeted by torrential rain when we finally touched down in Barcelona where we were picked up by my blooming sister and drove back up the windy roads to her village above the city. We stayed up a little while chatting before it was time for bed. The next morning my sister had a hospital scan, so we left Rob in bed recovering from a cold and headed into the city. It was amazing to be able to join my sister and see the baby wriggling around inside her tummy, sometimes it still amazes me that she's going to have a baby and that I'm going to be an aunty for the first time! After her appointments we walked along the seafront back into town, chatting and having a proper catch up, until we reached one of our old favourite areas of El Born and decided to take the opportunity to do what we liked best, which is to walk the old streets looking at all the amazing back allies, tiny independent shops and window shopping. We used to do this years ago, before Theo came along, and it was so nice to relive those memories and really enjoy not being distracted by small people! We got especially excited when we stumbled upon the Tiny Cottons store and pawed and stroked every item of children's clothes saying I want that, I want this - I want it ALL!

The next few days passed like this; visiting different places, chatting, eating food, resting and relaxing in our child free state. Wednesday soon rolled around and that meant it was Rob's 30th birthday! I'd booked a surprise stay in a hotel in Barcelona, something we've never done before, so we packed up our bag for the night to head out to Hotel Brummel, on the other side of the city in Poble Sec, but first we stopped off at Camp Nou as that's what Rob wanted to do on his birthday. We spent a few hours going round the museum, which actually was really interesting as the history of the football club is so interwoven into the social history of Barcelona and the Catalan people. After we'd finished we made our way to the hotel to check in and were given the most amazing room! It had a gigantic roof terrace overlooking Mont Juic one way, the rest of the city the other and complete with an outside bath, which after getting pretty hot and sweaty on our way there, we decided would be a good opportunity to change into our swimmers and have a dip whilst enjoying a beer in the late afternoon. It really was pretty idyllic! The hotel itself is just stunning, it definitely made me want to stay for more than one night. It felt amazingly light and airy but with so many great design features and so much to look at. It definitely had that cool vibe, with lots of art on display, plants, beautiful furniture and products for sale. The staff were really friendly too, and gave us loads of tips of where to go and provide you with maps of loads of cool things to check out. If we were visiting Barcelona for the first time, or didn't have family here it would be such a great resource. There's also an attached yoga space where guests get free classes, but unfortunately they weren't on at the times when we were there, but otherwise I would've loved to go to a class. We really enjoyed our stay and it felt like a proper treat, the space inside and out were beautiful, with a stunning courtyard on the ground floor and a terrace with a small pool on the next floor up.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just relaxing before getting ready to go out for dinner in the evening...again such a novelty! My sister and Borja joined us at their favourite pizza place in Ravel and we got to eat a whole meal without having to leave our seats once or feed anyone else! Afterwards we visited an old bar full of dusty shelves full of old bottles, mirrored walls and heavy old curtains and drank a few beers and Rob sampled the absinthe. Feeling pretty tired we walked the short way back through the city to our hotel, and tucked ourselves up with a cup of herbal tea. We know how to live now that we're in our thirties! 

The next few days passed by much the same, we wandered around the streets, sat in parks, visited cafes, and went to another scan. We decided to take some maternity photos of my sister and Borja and walked up to Tibidabo which is just above where my sister lives. The evening light was perfect and we wandered around that area finding the perfect places to shoot. The next day we headed out again to visit a favourite out of town cafe my sister and Borja discovered for brunch before driving a little way more to a local vintage market, where we stumbled upon yet more amazing places to take a few more maternity shots.


Travelling abroad with a child with additional needs

So as you may know we journeyed to Barcelona over the Summer to stay with my sister and have our first abroad holiday as a family of four. In fact we've not been abroad together as a family for a good number of years (I think Theo was around 18 months!) but this time it was different. There were four of us, and it needed a whole load more planning than usual. I wanted to talk about preparing and organising a family holiday that involves having to take into account everything you might need for a child who has additional medical needs.

I know that planning a family holiday abroad, or in fact even at home can seem like a pretty daunting task. It all looks so easy when you watch people from a far swanning around villas and pools, their kids having the best time, what you don't see are the challenges that come with travelling with children, and even more so those that come with all the additions. For one we had to hold off really even booking anything this year as we had to wait for Rohan's heart procedure to happen, we had two failed attempts and each time then had to wait to be given a new appointment, to pass the surgery pre assessment and then keep our fingers crossed that he didn't catch some bug in the week in between. He finally had a successful procedure in June, which meant our chances of finding any good holiday deals went out the window.

We decided that we wanted to go abroad, seeing that last year our holiday consisted of a week in a tent in the rain in Cornwall (well it was Sunny for a few days, and I do love Cornwall) but after the last few years of holidaying in the UK (all of which we've enjoyed) we felt it was time to try somewhere further and have a proper break. I think we felt like we deserved a little holiday. Considering that actually booking anywhere in the UK would have cost us nearly the same amounts that late in the year. So we decided to try and visit my sister in Barcelona, which is one of our favourite places to visit anyway. Initially we were just going to go for a week and stay with her, but after thinking about it we felt that actually having a little more time and to relax somewhere by a pool would do us all good. So we found a last minute deal in a holiday park with Eurocamp just down the coast from Barcelona. It was perfect. It cost us pretty much all our extra savings, but sometimes you just really need to give yourself a break right?


So then the planning began. Because Rohan is on special high calorie milk we had to take all that we would need with us, as well as his regular medication and all the equipment he needs. This meant that we had to contact the airline to let them know and give us permission to bring all that extra stuff. Thankfully Easyjet were really accommodating and allowed us an extra hold bag with no weight limit, and an extra carry on for the plane. We had to then arrange a letter to be written by two separate people detailing all the things we needed to take with us and why. I mean I know you usually end up having take so much stuff with you anyway when travelling with babies and children, but add in a box of 24 bottles of milk, a CPAP machine, extra masks, a sats monitor, his boots and bars, medication, tubes and leads and you have A LOT. We even had to remember extras such as additional plug adapters for all that we needed to plug in. There was just so much to remember as Rohan relies on all of this to be able to survive, that if we forgot anything then we'd be in a lot of trouble. It's a daunting thought.

So eventually the day of our flight, (which we purposefully booked and paid a but more for) in the middle of the day, to avoid travelling over bedtimes to avoid having to worry about Rohan being overtired or needing his CPAP to sleep. We had to carry on milk to the flight which again required a letter to let security know. But all went really well and Rohan even managed a little nap on the flight for around half an hour. We'd arranged for my sister to meet us at the airport to take the luggage back in their car, whilst my sister and I and the boys took public transport across the city, which was fun and not stressful seeing as we weren't weighed down with bags. The rest of our time in Barcelona passed as most others when travelling with children. Rohan had to forgo some naps at home, and we had to remember to slow down to let them adjust to the new routines, but I think we all had a great time. Day to day was pretty much the same as it is at home, with the normal additional things we have to do for Rohan. Sometimes it's actually easy to forget that our days might look different to other people's, because we do it everyday. When we got to our second part of the holiday we realised that Rohan really needed a few proper days of napping in his cot with his CPAP machine because we'd been out and about most days and he'd been having short naps in his buggy obviously without it, which is fine, but not for prolonged amounts of time as his airways had clearly got weaker for having to work hard during his nap times that he struggled to breathe well one night, even when on his machine. It wasn't ideal but a few days of proper naps seemed to make it better, and we learnt yet another lesson. Maybe we should've had a days rest in between all the outings.

I'm guess not writing this to complain or get pity, more I think to remind myself what we had to do and to share a little of what our experience was like. It's so easy to think that so many people are living these perfect lives, and when you share a smiling holiday picture, often there can be so much unseen that has gone on up until that point that I think it's important to share that things may never be as easy as they seem. I also know that we're pretty lucky to be able to go on a holiday abroad, to afford it and also that Rohan's condition still allows us enough flexibility to do so. I think holidays will always be like this for us, but I'm hoping they will still always be worth the extra effort.

Oh and it definitely didn't go 100% swimmingly, we forgot and left one of our carry on suitcases somewhere in the airport on the way back! Hopefully lost property has it, as it had most of Theo's and Rohan's clothes and we can get it back. I think this was a result of having been allowed an extra bag, but actually not having enough hands for all of our stuff and it being the end of the holiday and being a little worn out! 

Travelling abroad with a child with additional needs

So as you may know we journeyed to Barcelona over the Summer to stay with my sister and have our first abroad holiday as a family of four. In fact we've not been abroad together as a family for a good number of years (I think Theo was around 18 months!) but this time it was different. There were four of us, and it needed a whole load more planning than usual. I wanted to talk about preparing and organising a family holiday that involves having to take into account everything you might need for a child who has additional medical needs.

I know that planning a family holiday abroad, or in fact even at home can seem like a pretty daunting task. It all looks so easy when you watch people from a far swanning around villas and pools, their kids having the best time, what you don't see are the challenges that come with travelling with children, and even more so those that come with all the additions. For one we had to hold off really even booking anything this year as we had to wait for Rohan's heart procedure to happen, we had two failed attempts and each time then had to wait to be given a new appointment, to pass the surgery pre assessment and then keep our fingers crossed that he didn't catch some bug in the week in between. He finally had a successful procedure in June, which meant our chances of finding any good holiday deals went out the window.

We decided that we wanted to go abroad, seeing that last year our holiday consisted of a week in a tent in the rain in Cornwall (well it was Sunny for a few days, and I do love Cornwall) but after the last few years of holidaying in the UK (all of which we've enjoyed) we felt it was time to try somewhere further and have a proper break. I think we felt like we deserved a little holiday. Considering that actually booking anywhere in the UK would have cost us nearly the same amounts that late in the year. So we decided to try and visit my sister in Barcelona, which is one of our favourite places to visit anyway. Initially we were just going to go for a week and stay with her, but after thinking about it we felt that actually having a little more time and to relax somewhere by a pool would do us all good. So we found a last minute deal in a holiday park with Eurocamp just down the coast from Barcelona. It was perfect. It cost us pretty much all our extra savings, but sometimes you just really need to give yourself a break right?


So then the planning began. Because Rohan is on special high calorie milk we had to take all that we would need with us, as well as his regular medication and all the equipment he needs. This meant that we had to contact the airline to let them know and give us permission to bring all that extra stuff. Thankfully Easyjet were really accommodating and allowed us an extra hold bag with no weight limit, and an extra carry on for the plane. We had to then arrange a letter to be written by two separate people detailing all the things we needed to take with us and why. I mean I know you usually end up having take so much stuff with you anyway when travelling with babies and children, but add in a box of 24 bottles of milk, a CPAP machine, extra masks, a sats monitor, his boots and bars, medication, tubes and leads and you have A LOT. We even had to remember extras such as additional plug adapters for all that we needed to plug in. There was just so much to remember as Rohan relies on all of this to be able to survive, that if we forgot anything then we'd be in a lot of trouble. It's a daunting thought.

So eventually the day of our flight, (which we purposefully booked and paid a but more for) in the middle of the day, to avoid travelling over bedtimes to avoid having to worry about Rohan being overtired or needing his CPAP to sleep. We had to carry on milk to the flight which again required a letter to let security know. But all went really well and Rohan even managed a little nap on the flight for around half an hour. We'd arranged for my sister to meet us at the airport to take the luggage back in their car, whilst my sister and I and the boys took public transport across the city, which was fun and not stressful seeing as we weren't weighed down with bags. The rest of our time in Barcelona passed as most others when travelling with children. Rohan had to forgo some naps at home, and we had to remember to slow down to let them adjust to the new routines, but I think we all had a great time. Day to day was pretty much the same as it is at home, with the normal additional things we have to do for Rohan. Sometimes it's actually easy to forget that our days might look different to other people's, because we do it everyday. When we got to our second part of the holiday we realised that Rohan really needed a few proper days of napping in his cot with his CPAP machine because we'd been out and about most days and he'd been having short naps in his buggy obviously without it, which is fine, but not for prolonged amounts of time as his airways had clearly got weaker for having to work hard during his nap times that he struggled to breathe well one night, even when on his machine. It wasn't ideal but a few days of proper naps seemed to make it better, and we learnt yet another lesson. Maybe we should've had a days rest in between all the outings.

I'm guess not writing this to complain or get pity, more I think to remind myself what we had to do and to share a little of what our experience was like. It's so easy to think that so many people are living these perfect lives, and when you share a smiling holiday picture, often there can be so much unseen that has gone on up until that point that I think it's important to share that things may never be as easy as they seem. I also know that we're pretty lucky to be able to go on a holiday abroad, to afford it and also that Rohan's condition still allows us enough flexibility to do so. I think holidays will always be like this for us, but I'm hoping they will still always be worth the extra effort.

Oh and it definitely didn't go 100% swimmingly, we forgot and left one of our carry on suitcases somewhere in the airport on the way back! Hopefully lost property has it, as it had most of Theo's and Rohan's clothes and we can get it back. I think this was a result of having been allowed an extra bag, but actually not having enough hands for all of our stuff and it being the end of the holiday and being a little worn out! 

eighteen / fifty - two

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So I'm not going to lie and say that our week in Barcelona has been a relaxing holiday. Behaviour has been difficult and tempers have been short. It's the type of thing where once you get into that cycle it's hard to break, and now I feel guilty that I haven't been as patient as I could have been. I think we're both tired, there's been so much travelling around and emotions flying around that I think it's finally taking its toll. It's a shame as I think I had such  high expectations for this to be a lovely little trip just me and the boy, spending quality time together before he starts school. I guess when you put so much onto something it sometimes makes it hard to enjoy it for what it is. But we have had good moments, exploring the museums together and standing at the top of the city looking down at the lives below us as well as of course spending precious time with my sister and borja. Tomorrow we fly home and I'm hoping the next few weeks we can push the reset button and get back into our normal routines. 

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eighteen / fifty - two

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So I'm not going to lie and say that our week in Barcelona has been a relaxing holiday. Behaviour has been difficult and tempers have been short. It's the type of thing where once you get into that cycle it's hard to break, and now I feel guilty that I haven't been as patient as I could have been. I think we're both tired, there's been so much travelling around and emotions flying around that I think it's finally taking its toll. It's a shame as I think I had such  high expectations for this to be a lovely little trip just me and the boy, spending quality time together before he starts school. I guess when you put so much onto something it sometimes makes it hard to enjoy it for what it is. But we have had good moments, exploring the museums together and standing at the top of the city looking down at the lives below us as well as of course spending precious time with my sister and borja. Tomorrow we fly home and I'm hoping the next few weeks we can push the reset button and get back into our normal routines. 

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Postcards from Barcelona (4)



The second half of our unplanned afternoon led us through the cool back streets of El Born. We've spent hours circling these streets before, and yet it's still something I will always enjoy. Pushing a sleeping toddler we peered down alleyways, noticed new shops and cafes along the way, we marvelled at the unchanged streets and the evidence of people everywhere. 

For all my love of the countryside, cities always draw me in and intrigue me. All the people living their separate lives, literally on top of each other, creating their own stories which weave in and out of their neighbours windows, sharing alleyways and the sunlight that filters through. Each area holds its secrets and treasures waiting to be discovered, changed and challenged through new generations. The history that may have unfolded on those very same streets fascinates me, and all of the changes that have yet to happen, witnessed by all those people who choose to call it home. Barcelona is a fine example of this city life with so much history packed between its walls and the wide range of people marking their place and telling their own stories. 

It is a place to sit back and people watch, and that's how we spent the afternoon. Talking, walking and watching. When Theo eventually woke up, for his naps were long and late whilst on holiday, we retraced our steps to a good looking ice cream place and sat in the square bustling with people to enjoy them. With our tummies still rumbling we headed to an old favourite Pim Pam for a little burger treat. As the evening slowly drew in we headed home, satisfied from our unplanned afternoon spent in the best way possible.

Barcelona, you stole a piece of my heart many years ago, and that piece just keeps on growing. 

Postcards from Barcelona (4)



The second half of our unplanned afternoon led us through the cool back streets of El Born. We've spent hours circling these streets before, and yet it's still something I will always enjoy. Pushing a sleeping toddler we peered down alleyways, noticed new shops and cafes along the way, we marvelled at the unchanged streets and the evidence of people everywhere. 

For all my love of the countryside, cities always draw me in and intrigue me. All the people living their separate lives, literally on top of each other, creating their own stories which weave in and out of their neighbours windows, sharing alleyways and the sunlight that filters through. Each area holds its secrets and treasures waiting to be discovered, changed and challenged through new generations. The history that may have unfolded on those very same streets fascinates me, and all of the changes that have yet to happen, witnessed by all those people who choose to call it home. Barcelona is a fine example of this city life with so much history packed between its walls and the wide range of people marking their place and telling their own stories. 

It is a place to sit back and people watch, and that's how we spent the afternoon. Talking, walking and watching. When Theo eventually woke up, for his naps were long and late whilst on holiday, we retraced our steps to a good looking ice cream place and sat in the square bustling with people to enjoy them. With our tummies still rumbling we headed to an old favourite Pim Pam for a little burger treat. As the evening slowly drew in we headed home, satisfied from our unplanned afternoon spent in the best way possible.

Barcelona, you stole a piece of my heart many years ago, and that piece just keeps on growing. 

Postcards from Barcelona (3)



So a month has flown by since we visited the fair city of Barcelona, and even though there's still a few fair bits to share, it's been lovely to look back and revive the memory of certain days as they all start to blur into one. Every day since we returned Theo has without fail asked me "remember when we went on the airplane?", often asking friends and family too. I think it will probably remain the highlight of his year! 

So after a busy weekend seeing the delights the streets of Barcelona had to offer us we had a lazy morning spent visiting the local park before setting off back out into the city. We took the tram, or as it was to be known as the "trampa" for the remainder of the trip, into the city. We didn't have too much of a plan, just to visit a park that we've visited many times before and walk and take it all in. We alighted the tram by the zoo and wandered around the Parc de la Ciutadella, a beautiful 19th Century park. After a foggy morning the sun broke through the clouds, and we spontaneously decided to take a little boat out on the small lake for half an hour. It may have been a little of a touristy thing to do, but we couldn't hide away from being a tourist the entire trip, and 6€ was a small price for a lot of excitement. My sister was on strict instructions to go no where near the paddles, as her and vehicles/mobile things and water do not bode well! We spotted birds and turtles and travelled round a few times before returning the boat.

We spotted a play park where we sheltered from the hot afternoon sun whilst Theo provided us with imaginary ice creams to keep us cool. We strolled around the rest of the park, taking the magnificent buildings of the museum and government buildings. 

We left the park in search of real ice cream and wondered over to an old favourite district of El Born...more of which I shall share later! 

Postcards from Barcelona (3)



So a month has flown by since we visited the fair city of Barcelona, and even though there's still a few fair bits to share, it's been lovely to look back and revive the memory of certain days as they all start to blur into one. Every day since we returned Theo has without fail asked me "remember when we went on the airplane?", often asking friends and family too. I think it will probably remain the highlight of his year! 

So after a busy weekend seeing the delights the streets of Barcelona had to offer us we had a lazy morning spent visiting the local park before setting off back out into the city. We took the tram, or as it was to be known as the "trampa" for the remainder of the trip, into the city. We didn't have too much of a plan, just to visit a park that we've visited many times before and walk and take it all in. We alighted the tram by the zoo and wandered around the Parc de la Ciutadella, a beautiful 19th Century park. After a foggy morning the sun broke through the clouds, and we spontaneously decided to take a little boat out on the small lake for half an hour. It may have been a little of a touristy thing to do, but we couldn't hide away from being a tourist the entire trip, and 6€ was a small price for a lot of excitement. My sister was on strict instructions to go no where near the paddles, as her and vehicles/mobile things and water do not bode well! We spotted birds and turtles and travelled round a few times before returning the boat.

We spotted a play park where we sheltered from the hot afternoon sun whilst Theo provided us with imaginary ice creams to keep us cool. We strolled around the rest of the park, taking the magnificent buildings of the museum and government buildings. 

We left the park in search of real ice cream and wondered over to an old favourite district of El Born...more of which I shall share later! 

montessori field trip

Whilst we were in Barcelona we tried to keep up our Montessori activities, knowing that Theo was missing nursery for a week or two. We did a few things at home, but then discovered a great museum not far from my sisters that provided us with a perfect little Montessori field trip. 

Museu Blau is a natural history museum, which exhibits the journey of the creation of earth, including dinosaurs, geology and plant and animal species. It's a fascinating museum, and really good value! Its dark, cool cave like rooms are a welcome break from the bright Barcelona sun outside. 

We were lucky enough to be able to catch a temporary exhibition which allowed children (and us!) a chance to handle and explore lots of different materials of natural science. Theo was in his element exploring bones, rocks, seeds, x-rays and using a microscope. It was a perfect sensory and science based activity!  



montessori field trip

Whilst we were in Barcelona we tried to keep up our Montessori activities, knowing that Theo was missing nursery for a week or two. We did a few things at home, but then discovered a great museum not far from my sisters that provided us with a perfect little Montessori field trip. 

Museu Blau is a natural history museum, which exhibits the journey of the creation of earth, including dinosaurs, geology and plant and animal species. It's a fascinating museum, and really good value! Its dark, cool cave like rooms are a welcome break from the bright Barcelona sun outside. 

We were lucky enough to be able to catch a temporary exhibition which allowed children (and us!) a chance to handle and explore lots of different materials of natural science. Theo was in his element exploring bones, rocks, seeds, x-rays and using a microscope. It was a perfect sensory and science based activity!  



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A few snapshots from the weekend spent leisurely wandering the bustling, sloping majestic streets of Barcelona. We visited an independent print and illustration fair, rode the funicular railway, gazed up at tall buildings, meandered between families and locals out walking in the fair evening weather, visited the flea market, played with water fountains, ate burgers, stopped for coffee and took in the view over the whole city, listening to brass bands pass like ants below.

Take me back!

postcards from Barcelona (2)

A few snapshots from the weekend spent leisurely wandering the bustling, sloping majestic streets of Barcelona. We visited an independent print and illustration fair, rode the funicular railway, gazed up at tall buildings, meandered between families and locals out walking in the fair evening weather, visited the flea market, played with water fountains, ate burgers, stopped for coffee and took in the view over the whole city, listening to brass bands pass like ants below.

Take me back!

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In honour of being featured on the wonderful Hibbs100 sharing about my thrifty ways, I thought I'd show you some recent finds, all the way from Barcelona.

On a hot and sunny Sunday after a bit of wandering and lunch we stumbled upon a flea market that happens once a month. I love a good flea market, a little like a car boot sale, but much less organised into neat rows. We weaved our ways through the crowd whilst Theo snoozed in his pushchair, pawing over the rails vintage clothing and wares. We came away with three items each, spending a grand total of about 13€ each, perfect items for the upcoming summer!


A few photos from the flea itself...

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In honour of being featured on the wonderful Hibbs100 sharing about my thrifty ways, I thought I'd show you some recent finds, all the way from Barcelona.

On a hot and sunny Sunday after a bit of wandering and lunch we stumbled upon a flea market that happens once a month. I love a good flea market, a little like a car boot sale, but much less organised into neat rows. We weaved our ways through the crowd whilst Theo snoozed in his pushchair, pawing over the rails vintage clothing and wares. We came away with three items each, spending a grand total of about 13€ each, perfect items for the upcoming summer!


A few photos from the flea itself...

postcards from barcelona

So it's been nearly a week since I returned from Barcelona? How can that be?

It's been really good to have some breathing space actually, and even though I have so much I want to share on this blog, I've kind of enjoyed not having the pressure or being tied down to it. But I guess those feelings are probably for a whole other post!

After a late evening arrival to Barcelona we spent the next few days slowly acclimatising, and just catching up. I've been to Barcelona many times, and even though I love the city, it it my sister that I went to visit, so the pressure to "do and see" all of the city is something that has worn off a little. Instead we pottered around the neighbourhood visiting the local park with Theo and strolling down the rambla in Poble Nou towards the beach. We stopped in a lovely new cafe called Papas & The Mamas and gossiped whilst Theo slept, then slowly make our way to the seafront to enjoy the view, to eat watermelon the size of Theo's head.  We hung out at home, cooked food and relaxed. Theo made little friends at the park, preferring to create their own language together to communicate (which mainly consisted of them saying Pikachu over and over) 

It was a great way to start our little holiday, especially before our busy weekend that followed. 


This photo and the title have been borrowed from my hugely talented sisters boyfriend (who shot our wedding), who together with my sister makes some beautiful work around Barcelona, I urge you to take a look! Postcards from Bareclona


postcards from barcelona

So it's been nearly a week since I returned from Barcelona? How can that be?

It's been really good to have some breathing space actually, and even though I have so much I want to share on this blog, I've kind of enjoyed not having the pressure or being tied down to it. But I guess those feelings are probably for a whole other post!

After a late evening arrival to Barcelona we spent the next few days slowly acclimatising, and just catching up. I've been to Barcelona many times, and even though I love the city, it it my sister that I went to visit, so the pressure to "do and see" all of the city is something that has worn off a little. Instead we pottered around the neighbourhood visiting the local park with Theo and strolling down the rambla in Poble Nou towards the beach. We stopped in a lovely new cafe called Papas & The Mamas and gossiped whilst Theo slept, then slowly make our way to the seafront to enjoy the view, to eat watermelon the size of Theo's head.  We hung out at home, cooked food and relaxed. Theo made little friends at the park, preferring to create their own language together to communicate (which mainly consisted of them saying Pikachu over and over) 

It was a great way to start our little holiday, especially before our busy weekend that followed. 


This photo and the title have been borrowed from my hugely talented sisters boyfriend (who shot our wedding), who together with my sister makes some beautiful work around Barcelona, I urge you to take a look! Postcards from Bareclona