Need your time...

I need your time. Our family is in need of your prayers right now, and for an unknowable amount of time. Pray for my Sohl son's healing... and patience for my Sohlmate and I... and provision... and protection... and for healing for our family.. and whatever else God knows we need, since He knows better than I what I need.

The next few days are family time, as the previous few have been. But check back, and prayerfully I'll have an update that reflects the power of the sharing of your time. Thanks for your prayers. I love you all.

I was watching...

Larry King Live today, and saw Bill Maher. He was discussing his new movie, and talking about how his views on religion. Click here to watch the video...

Some of what he said scared me as a Christian; not because he's not a believer, but because I wouldn't know how to respond to Bill were I to meet him. Thankfully God was calling me hard core to quiet time today so He could counsel me on a few ways to respond.

The portion that I saw included Maher's comments that he couldn't follow a God who gave dominion over living things to humans (who are biblically stated as flawed sinners), and the idea that since God's all-powerful, He should simply rid the world of evil. He also remarked that Rick Warren was spouting knowledge of heaven that was impossible to know, and that while Rick Warren is more progressive than most (referring at this point to his eco-friendly policies), he's still just a guy who doesn't know the answers.

I don't know about you, but these were morally confusing for me. If I'm confronted with these issues directly, how do I respond?? How do I reply?

He showed me several things. First, on the idea that we have dominion over all living things. Yes, He did give us dominion, and requires us to be Christ-like in our ways. Second, God created us in His loving image, and encourages us to be loving towards others.

With the idea of evil, it was a slippery slope. I found some great resources at the Christian Apologetics Research Ministry site, where the author says something God confirmed in one of the versions of the Bible I have: we don't know. Some of us have no clue, since we've never asked for His insight; some are beginnning to understand; some understand more than others but can't relate that information to others because others aren't ready for it.

The author also responded that it's also possible that He did "fix" the problem of evil. He sent Jesus to die for our sins; and since He's given us free will, He allows us to choose to accept Him.

Overall, it seems that aruging with an atheist is like trying to convince someone who doesn't believe that there is a sky, that the sky is blue. Not pointless, just an endless discussion if either you're like me and don't completely understand His word; or the person with whom you're talking refuses to admit that there is a God in the first place, or that His word is infallible.

Sohl son's view...

I showed my Sohl son the blog, and he loved it! I asked if he wanted to write one, and here's what he wanted you to know...

I like to swim. I like to play with Tell-man. I like to play with D-tiny. It's getting 8 o'clock. It's 10 o'clock still. The clock is turning. Happy birthday! I love juice. I love bubble words with colors. I love oranges. I love Cadiz. I love soda when I get bigger. I like sodery store... it means that you have juices in there.

I love everybody. I love God. Jesus. Do-dad. J-do. Tell-man. Li-do. Do-mom. KT. K-field. You guys still like me instead of Chef likes me. Chef likes me. I like to go to the beach. I like to ride my surfboard. I like my chairs. I like my friend Sha-do. I love to drink lemon juice. I like to tie up my fingers. I like my bikes. I like to play. I like to ride my bike. When I get all dirty I get in the house. I want to drink spinny juice. I don't like fire. I want to see if there's a letter for me. I like to go on the patio. I spill water on the floor.

I like to play kitty game at school. I like to play puppet show. I like to play whole game. And I love to wake up. Hide and seek. Play in the patio. I like to play with J-do's tire.

I love Mommy and Daddy.

The end.

Woosah... #2

Woosah...

It's a woosah-kinda day. Not familiar with that post? Check it out. Today's that kind of day.

I've got to find those mini-blessings He's hidden. Oh it's a task now. It's vital; someone's going to an extended quiet time around here if I don't.

I know they're in there somewhere... mixed in with the other stuff. Gross stuff. As I remarked to a friend recently, that artistic mess of poo that occurs regularly. The one in which I seem to be entrenched. The giant toy mess... the crumbs and muck that cover my freshly mopped floor... the constant screams of a nearly two-year-old girl... the defiant tone of a nearly five-year-old boy... train whistles and bells... broken things and feelings... mounds of laundry in various stages of completion... feelings unexpressed... flowers that wilt as they wait for hands to plant them... heartburn... the disaster area that is my patio... words left unsaid... sheets that go another day without a wash... cards unsent... exhaustion... packages left unsealed... the baby swing a new source of entertainment for the older kids... Woosah. Gritting my teeth, I sigh... "Oh baby, woosah."

And then as I sit here and think of things that are on my list of annoyances, I can't help but roll my eyes. At myself. When I get outside myself, and outside the fact that I'm tired and easily escalated - pregnant and still me, really - I see that these things are blatant blessings that many only dream of.

God thank you that I can say woosah... thank you that I'm saying woosah now for those who don't have the motley blessing that is children. Thank you for the provisions... the love... the silliness and the craziness that ensues because of Your love. Woosah for those who don't yet share it... and woosah for those who share it, and don't currently appreciate it. Thank you for turning my view, my focus, my attitude to reflect Your love.

Fuimos a Ronda...

We went to Ronda, and it was very, very beautiful, with magnificent views and breathtaking scenery.

Fuimos a Ronda, y Ronda fue muy, muy hermoso, con vistas magníficas y paisaje conmovedor.


Booked your tickets yet? This area of Spain is about two hours away and has many, many great hotels. Join us!

101...

Here it is... your 101st(?) glimpse into my partial reality. So I'll share some random things that have popped into my mind while I was reading the blogs of my sweet blogging friends.

1. I stink at typing the random letters that pop-up when I want to leave a comment. I have decided it's because I try to make words out of letters which do not make words in any language.
2. We all have a skewed view of ourselves. There's that terrible version of ourselves that we think everyone must see, who we "really" are, and then there's the version that others see. I recently told a friend that somewhere between who we think we are, and who others think we are, is who Jesus knows we are. I'm so glad He lets me share stuff.

3. Blogging has been completely therapeutic for me. Sharing whatever I feel like sharing, and wondering the whole time why anyone reads it is more emancipating than I'd ever expected.

4. We're going on a budget. I'm having a hard time with this, mostly because Margaret (that's what my Sohlmate named that annoying voice in the back of my head) tells me it's my fault, and that my Sohlmate doesn't trust me with our resources. I know she's a stupid liar... but she's so prolific it's hard to whip out my Wonder Woman cuffs fast enough to keep up.

5. You'd think I'd have better arm tone with the sheer volume of lies she likes to throw around.

6. I thought I didn't care about the Olympics. Turns out that when I get seven channels, and three of them show Olympic coverage, I am more interested that I expected. And, I'm enjoying it.

7. I can't remember if I shared this or not, so I'll do it again. I'm doing a new Bible reading program. It's called "Read through the Bible Program for Shirkers and Slackers." I think it fits nicely. I like that I just check off what I've read, and if I miss a couple of days, that passage is there when I get back. Not that I want to miss a couple of days; just that when I do, I don't feel completely overwhelmed by the monstrous list of passages I've let slide.

8. I miss Target. So much that I've been window shopping online. Truly... it's not the same.

9. My sister has started having contractions. She's 33 weeks... so she's taking meds to stop them. Please pray that Adaline stays put for a bit longer.

10. I love that the USPS has an APO box, with a flat rate of $10.95 for whatever you can cram in the box. Thanks to the H.G.-rents for two awesome boxes of stuff. Fruit snacks and wrinkle releaser! Sweet!

11. Thanks to my Aunt Baller (OM GOSH! That name so doesn't fit who I've defined her as, and yet I love it) for the care package. She sent it weeks ago, and I sent her an email... but in case she reads here I want her to know how much we appreciated it.

12. I can't get over the ridiculous conversion rate. At first it didn't bother me... but I'm struggling with it now. Of course, that could be because of the budget...

13. I don't know the first thing about taking care of plants and stuff. Thankfully we have a gardener here who can help. He's also helping me with my Spanish. He's traveling to Minnesota soon... so pray for his family... and my flowers. He'll be gone 3 weeks!

14. I forgot how tired I was at this time during the last two pregnancies.

15. I'm searching for 2 more dining room chairs. Haven't found any I like yet... but I know when it's time He'll bless me with some.

16. I am habitually dehydrated. Mostly because I hate drinking water unless it's super cold. Right now I'm on a huge Crystal Light kick (don't hate me, Ocker's Ocean) to try to increase my fluids... but most days I barely make 1/2 the minimum. Pray for my hydration.

17. I have come a long way with prayer. I can't believe I have just asked you to pray for my own drinking habits. I don't know.

18. I despise cleaning. Especially the kitchen. In fact if I can leave it for my Sohlmate and get him to do it, I do. He says he likes to do it... thank God for him!

19. Our video camera has been broken since before our Little SohlGal was born. Randomly my Sohlmate tried it out the other day, and BAM! It works. Sweet! Hopefully I'll be good about posting some video. Just have to figure that whole deal out.

20. Tried to take Cookie Bird's picture last night. He was "resting." NUTS! But I did get two new planters and some more plants. I'm done now, but the Spanish pottery is begging to come live at my house.

21. I never really liked pottery before I came to Spain. I know, who doesn't like terra cotta pots?? Me. Apparently though when they're painted and glazed in Spain, they put some kind of addictive substance in, and once you make your first purchase, it's all over. Pray for my addiction. And that we have great packers.

22. My little SohlGal may be outgrowing her milk intolerance. Pray for her little digestive system. I know I am!

23. Can't believe my Sohl son's almost 5, and my little SohlGal's almost 2. Where does the time go?!?

24. I like my new clocks on the sidebar. Do you?

25. I'm searching for two to three Spanish-style iron clocks to go on my mantel. What a great souvenir, right?

26. It's snack time for the kids... so I gotta run. But know that I am so thankful for your prayers and friendship and love. I miss you!

Photo tour...

Please keep your hands and feet inside at all times, remain seated, and hold all questions until the end of the tour. Thank you!



If the captions get in your way, click the little caption box, in the lower left corner of the frame.

Estoy enferma...

(I'm sick.)

Yep, I think I have a mild case of the flu. Body aches, nausea, low grade fever, and a general feeling of yuckiness. I'm comparing it to that first trimester of pregnancy for me, where I felt sick, but never actually got sick... which just left me feeling exhausted and lazy. Never the less, I am sick. So I'm copping out of blogging for a bit. To tide you over, though, I'll leave you with a few confessions, and a couple things with which to bide your time.

Confession: I thought I should put bloomers on my little SohlGal before her nap, just in case she created a messy diaper and decided to take it off, but decided not to because I didn't know where they were. She thankfully put her messy diaper in the garbage; she did however run around the house for 15 minutes before my Sohlmate and I realized it. Oops!

Our Sohl son's learned the Hokey Pokey... or at least a version of it. It's entertaining to say the least. "You put your right arm in. You put your right arm out. You put your left arm in. You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around. That's all it's about. You hokey pokey, hokey pokey... hokey pokey... pokey hokey.... okey popkey.... ohkey nokey...."

To add to your "why didn't I think of that?!?" collection, I present (well, really, I just link you to...) cityclips...

If you're like me as a Christian, you've been searching for some faith-based sarcastic humor. Jon at Stuff Christians Like makes me crack up. Check out a few of his posts. I particularly enjoyed these: #373 Prayer Ninja, #188 Bible underlining, and #315 The Unaccountability Partner.

WARNING: The remainder of this blog is somewhat revealing, and includes semi-graphic descriptions of disgusting things. It also links to other semi-graphic to extremely graphic descriptions of disgusting things. If you aren't into disgusting medically-related things, skip this one. I'll write something myself again soon.

O.k... warnings completed. On with the blogging.

Confession - I am a closet medical junkie. I love learning about medicine and the human body. Medical terms, conditions, drugs... it all just sucks me in. In an inexplicable way. I love going into hospitals; like hearing about random medical conditions (though the idea of stitches/sutures/staples is completely disgusting, as is the idea of rotting flesh or pus; but I disgress). I like this blog, of which my favorite post is "Allergy to Haldol." Hilarious. Great writers on this blog; just a bit judgemental... but no one's perfect, right?

Confession - I am a reality show junkie. Not the more composed reality shows where ridiculously attractive or inept or other obviously contrived groups of people are placed in front of a camera and allowed to flaunt everything they are ignorant of. No, I like shows where you see real emotions, especially those with some degree of medical content, such as Intervention or my new-found favorite, Hopkins.

There's more... but I'm not sure I'm ready to share all my med-related addictions (don't worry - no medicinal addictions here:) ).

'Sup?

This week's been interesting. The family had a touch of the flu, so the kids were home all day Thursday and Friday. We accomplished many projects, including getting rid of all the boxes from our move, getting a planter for our new begonias, meeting the bird at the nursery pictured here (it's name is Cookie, and my little SohlGal will talk endlessly about Cookie Bird. Just call and ask her.)

My Sohlmate's considering his options after España (oh yeah! Props to my Sohlmate for the directions on how to find the shortcut map. Let me know if you want to know where it is, too!). One option is more school. Yes, this is a familiar circumstance, because prior to coming here he applied for this option. Only this time we're not expecting them to ask him to withdraw his paperwork.

So he's researching these options: where he'd want to attend, what he'd want to study, how those programs might impact his current employer and his future plans/goals. So if you would add that to your prayer list, I'd appreciate it.

Which makes what I thought was next for me... different. I've felt God calling me into the medical field in a weird and inexplicable way for a long time. Only over the last year has His plan for my way into that field begun to materialize. I thought that what He wanted was for me to attend schooling after España, but now I'm not so sure. So if you could pray for His plan to become clearer about the schooling thing, I'd appreciate that, too.

My Sohl son starts Spanish immersion preschool in a couple of weeks, and I am super excited. He's starting to use the language more, and told us the other day that casa means house. Yay for him! I didn't know he knew that. Unfortunately I took him to a store the other day called Casa... you can imagine his confusion. If casa means house, how can a store be called casa? These Spanish people are crazy.

In case I haven't mentioned it, it is absolutely gorgeous here. We are able to have our windows open in the mornings and evenings, and generally grill out four times a week, eating dinner on our patio, watching the sailboats in the water. Ahhh... the Spanish life is going well.

Props to Annie for a post I needed. I find myself growing each day from the blogs I'm reading and I love sharing the tidbits I find with other ladies here.

Miss you all, and appreciate your comments and love!

em-PHA-sis...

Have you ever mispronounced something? Makes you feel kinda silly, right? In my youth, when this would happen, my mom would say, "You put the emp-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-ble."

Our Sohls have been feeling none to great the last two days, with the little SohlGal having intestinal woes, my Sohl son having two-ended troubles, my Sohlmate and I feeling just plain lousy. To try to end this, tonight my Sohlmate went to bed extra early. While I tried to get to sleep, there were other plans on Someone's mind.

God had me up, learning from the teachings of other bloggers. Then He sent me outside, to ponder His creations: the amazing stars I've not appreciated since arriving here; the light breeze on the perfectly clear evening; the moon's reflection off the bay I can see from the comfort of the patio; the handcrafted quilt I wrapped myself in; the beautiful trees, their enormous leaves rustling with the sea breezes. He helped me notice the lighthouse at the end of the peninsula at Cadiz, the boat making it's way across the bay, the light flickering in and out from distant stars, and the insects welcoming the coolness of night. I was entranced by His wonder, and thinking of God's words in Matthew 6:25-34 and again in Luke 12:22-34.

I'm wrapped up in my quilt, equating the warmth of the quilt to the warmth of His love, appreciating the feeling of lying my head on His chest, and having Him hold me. Amidst this serenity, He reminded me of His sense of humor. I was busy thanking Him for the warmth of my quilt, the blessings of my patio, my life in Spain, my family, my gorgeous view, etc., when He interrupted me. Clearly, He said, "My beautiful daughter, you've put the em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-ble. You're too focused trying to be perfect for the world, when I already love you the way you are. As much as you love that feeling when little SohlGal rests her head against you, all the more I love when you rest against Me."

Yeah. YIKES! I kinda giggled, and I kinda tried to hide. But, honestly... where do I go that the Creator of the Universe can't see me? David very clearly tells me in Psalm 139, that He knows me, He made me, and going to the heights or the depths, He is with me. So, then... hiding is out.

"Be still, and know that I am God," He said to me (Psalm 46:10). "For I know the plans I have for you. Plans for good, and not for evil; plans to give you a future and a hope," He said (Jer. 29:11).

It's like this: if I can just get that closet cleaned... and that room organized... and that thing ordered... and those cards sent... and... I'll be ready then. I'll be done, and I can enjoy... and they'll love me... and they'll know that I'm a good Christian (obviously a misunderstanding of a song I learned when I was little... "And they'll know we are Christians by our love." Connecting those dots? I knew you would! :) )

Back to point... I'm putting the em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-ble. I'm missing out on what's happening now, trying to make it perfect for... never, really. Hebrews 12:2 tells me that I should follow the intiator and perfector of our faith, Jesus. The perfector! He's the one who makes it perfect... I never will.

So I'm running like a hamster on my wheel here, trying to put my little blessings in a straight line... so God will know that I am a Christian. WHAT?!?

He asks for my trust and faith in Him, not my specifically arranged baskets, dishes, and laundry. He asks for my committment to the sharing of His word, not alphabetized children's books and toys sorted by age, color, and size. He asks for my prayers, the desires of my heart, not my perfected, rehearsed dronings. He'd rather hear my em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-ble in those prayer, than see the em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-ble in my life.

"Read the books your children ask for, and take them the places they ask to go. Let them help you with the tasks I assign you. They long for you, the way you long for Me."

Big day He had planned for me. Big days, I guess.

Are you like me?

Do you suffer from the idea that if you aren't doing something you deem as "productive," you aren't making the most of your time?

Let me explain. I seem to have this compulsion to do things - things I think are terribly important. I also make lists of hundreds of tasks I should be completing. You can see where this is going, I'm sure. So I have this list of hundreds of things that are terribly important, all which need to be completed yesterday. Oh yes, complete ridiculosity. I know. Wait, though, because it gets even better! Add to that a bit of guilt of each of the tasks left on the list, and equal parts procrastination and putzing, and you have created my to do list.

Not familiar with putzing? Oh! Well, then! Let me explain that idea. Since there are so many tasks to complete, I select a task that, while that task itself does need to be completed, meets one, or more, of following descriptions:
1. Requires at least 10-15% more time than I have available to actually complete the task.
2. Requires more people, equipment, tools, or technique than I currently have at my disposal.
3. Requires my complete attention, though Iam currently unable to lend it to that specific task.
4. Lends itself to the completion of another task prior to 1st task's completion.
5. Could theoretically have remained on the un-ending to do list until the truly important tasks were completed.
6. Has some degree of fun or creativity involved.
7. Allows for some degree of distraction.
8. Requires me to create another to-do list prior to completing the putzing-task itself, as the putzing task meets one of the previously mention criterion (lack of tools, technique, etc.).

Usually, a putzing-task is one I select when I have too many undesirable tasks on my to-do list. So instead of picking a task that... umm... well isn't fun or exciting or easy... I pick a putzing task which will inevitably occupy the time I would have had to complete the actual task. Yep. That's putzing at it's finest.

Now, with that understanding of putzing, and the previous explanation of productivity, imagine the exponential growth of guilt I put myself through each day. I roll my eyes at myself just thinking about the unbelievable nature of my task-selection skills. Adding to my bizarre nature is the fact that I know in what order I should complete my tasks; I simply choose not to.

God shifted my thinking the other day. He showed me I am not a freak of nature, and should not cast this guilt upon myself, as He lovingly reveals in these verses.

1 Corinthians 10:13 (NIV), "No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it."

Job 15:11-16 (MSG), "Are God's promises not enough for you, spoken so gently and tenderly?Why do you let your emotions take over, lashing out and spitting fire, Pitting your whole being against God by letting words like this come out of your mouth? Do you think it's possible for any mere mortal to be sinless in God's sight, for anyone born of a human mother to get it all together? Why, God can't even trust his holy angels. He sees the flaws in the very heavens themselves,So how much less we humans, smelly and foul, who lap up evil like water?"

Hebrews 10:14 (NLT), "For by that one offering he forever made perfect those who are being made holy."

(any bolded texts are that way for my emphasis).

I have to say that doing this search has helped me. He put that string in front of me, and rewarded my following it with His promises and reassurances that He is lovingly showing me how to become, and how to love, who He knows I already am.

What are your...

I've decided that I have to start planning what places I want to visit here. Unfortunately, I can't pick favorites, and I hate the idea of missing some place obvious I would want to visit.

So far, we've thought of these places.
1. Sevilla
2. Barcelona
3. Madrid
4. Rome
5. Athens
6. Rhineland and Edelweiss, Germany
7. Prague
8. Austria
9. Lisbon
10. African safari
11. Dublin

So what are your top five to seven places you'd visit if you were here? Consider that Africa and Europe are close, and as you probably know, I need all the help I can get. Oh, and if you were thinking that you'd want to stop to visit, let us know when!

It's such a good feeling...

God's been challenging me recently. He's been insistent that I follow through on something He taught me through Daphne, during One on One. God will give us these positive thoughts about other people, and those thoughts are things He wants them to hear. He knows why, and it's our responsiblity to follow through on His desires. So I've been doing that.

It's crazy to think how much a little comment I make to another woman can alter her attitude. Imagine that day when everything is "off" - you feel "off," you feel like you look "off," and on those days, for me, if someone says just the wrong thing, I want to go "off" the deep end. So for someone to point out how much they appreciate my... or they really like my... or ask about where I got that cute..., it gets me focused on how He's blessed me. It signals to me, and maybe to the ladies I comment to, the idea of, "I see you!" God sees me, she sees me... I'm not invisible. I am important, am worthy, am valuable. It reminds me a bit of Mister Roger's Neighborhood. You know that part where he sings, "It's such a good feeling, to know you're alive. It's such a happy feeling, you're growing inside. And when you wake up ready to say, 'I think I'll make a snappy new day.'" It is a good feeling. You are making a snappy new day. You can be yourself, and she can be herself.

I try to ensure it's not simply superficial things I point out. But, I also try not to over-analyze what pops into my head. I'm striving for immediate obedience, not perfection. I don't have to understand, and I probably won't. Instead, when I feel Him leaning on me to say something, I say it... even if it feels uncomfortable. It's such a good feeling, to know He knows I'm alive. It's such a happy feeling, He's helping me grow up inside. And then I wake up ready to say, I'll do what you say God, today.

Vivir afuera...

This post is dedicated to our outdoor living. Or as it directly translates, to live outside.


A friend and I stopped by a local nursery, which is most likely the largest and nicest I've ever visited. It included seeds, pots (macetas [mah-thay-tahs]), furniture (muebles [moo-ahy-blays]) and of course, plants. The picture above and below is one example of the hand-carved furniture. The amazing thing is that each one appeared to be carved from one solid piece. I could NOT believe the detail. Hence the pictures. I'll let you know the price next time I stop by. It reminded me of when the kids and I stopped by the indoor forest in Indiana. Same craziness, different woods.


A sweet little rocking tractor, which reminded me of my G-pa. 24euros, which is about $39. Again, one solid piece, with the exception of the smokestack and steering wheel.

A random stack of outdoor pots. I loved the colors in these. The colors and textures were so varied that it was next to impossible to pick one that I liked best. We saw one so big you could use it as a playhouse. I couldn't believe they had it on the top shelf (imagine this building is open and is 2 stories tall). Then Susie pointed out that it was obviously plastic. Or, they were completely uneducated about risk management issues. Turns out, there was another one, just down the aisle on the floor. I flicked it - plastic. But still...

A lake in the middle of the nursery. David says I should call it a gardeneria... it's not Spanish, he says, but it should be. No. The Spanish word for garden is jardin [har-deen]. Wooo-sah. The nursery had fruit trees, flowers, indoor and outdoor plants, and of course the other expected things. Not only were the plants incredibly healthy and well-maintained, the staff was removing all the dead growth, making it a much different experience than running down to Lowe's for the sun-dried gerbera daisy sale.


My Sohl-son rockin' our patio. And when he rocks upon the patio, he rocks the patio right. (Little Snoop Dogg for you. I know, ya dig my phat rappin' skillz, riiiiite? Fah-sho'!) His compadres, J-Do, my little SohlGal, and DiDo.

My little SohlGal, with her "wim uit."

My Sohl son loves to play with J-Do. He'll stand in the backyard and scream his name umtil his dad relinquishes and lets him come over. Thankfully, J-Do loves to play with my Sohl son, too... and his parents are understanding people - they have a 4-year-old, too.

The new pool. This one is less likely to break someone's leg.

Look forward to pics of my Sohlmate's painting skills, my new flowers (flores [floor-ehz]), and other random Spain views. Let me know what you'd like to see!

Fly Designs Rocks!

Welcome to my new space! A huge, huge thank you to Crissy, Fly Designs lead designer. ;) I love it, and she has worked so, so hard making it just right. Thanks Crissy for your patience with my requests and changes, and for lending me your time and creativity!