April 29

I think I already mentioned how we would just pull over somewhere and eat meals out of our van when we were traveling. I don't know where this particular picture was taken.


This is a view from the Alhambra, looking out onto Granada, actually the tour that I went on with Grandma Farrer and Daddy.


Dry fields


This slide is labeled as "downtown Cartagena, but I'm not sure if it's really Cartagena, or if it's a view of La Manga.


Dia de brujos. I remember that I was much too old and sophisticated to dress up for this holiday........ I was actually pretty sad. I do remember that it wasn't the same day as our Halloween, but I can't remember when it was. Mommy had to be pretty creative, considering the fact that we hadn't packed Halloween costumes. Jacob was a football player (Riley Nelson got a kick out of this picture, with the Hawaii team still being the Rainbows, since they're now the Warriors?, Elizabeth was a flapper, Mary was a flamenco dancer, Maggie was a baby, and Mark was a surfer, right? Did you guys go trick or treating? Or were there just school carnivals? Jenny

I was in a program of some sort at my school, and I danced the flamenco (or sevillana, or some watered-down version of something) with a blonde boy from my class. One of the teachers or someone gave me the dress to use, then agreed to let me keep it, since it looked so cute and would be a good recuerdo. She also gave me some little plastic castinets that I had for a while after coming home, but finally threw away because they were pretty useless. Mary

I don't remember having a school party for "Dia de Brujas" but I seem to remember a branch party. That is one thing I miss about overseas wards and branches, that they would think of any reason to get together and party, whereas here in the United States we have our quarterly ward parties and think that is enough socializing. Anyway, I remember that we wore the costumes to the church because I yelled at one of the Sister Missionaries for not dressing up in honor of the occasion and she pointed out that she was wearing her companion's name tag, and had come as the other sister.

Maggie

This is the view down the street Alfonso XIII (trece) from the school where Daddy worked. It was a couple of blocks from my school and every once in a while I would walk there and get a ride home from him. There was a kid in my class, Francisco, who took classes there and I could just walk with him. Daddy wasn't his teacher though. It was an English school, and the two memories I have of Daddy's job were that we went there once or twice and watched really old movies in English- The Sound of Music, I think, and something else. And also that he was trying for most of the year to compile a list of English sayings for his boss and the other teachers to use, so every once in a while one of us would come up with one and run to him saying, "What's good for the goose is good for the gander!" Except I don't think we all used that one......
Jenny

I remember going somewhere and watching movies in English. One of the movies that we watched was a mystery or something and it scared me for years afterwards, because one of the victims died with his eyes open. I didn't know that was possible. Mary


I do not know what this is. But it reminded me of the fact that buildings that obviously have some kind of history behind them were just scattered around in Europe. There would be old crumbly castles that it seemed no one paid attention to- where we thought they were the neatest thing. People just build houses and stores right next door and just lived with scenes like this in their backyards. Jenny


Daddy near hedge arch- I think this was on the trip with me and Grandma Farrer.


Jacob and Mary near hedges in the Alhambra gardens


Daddy and the kids on one of the beaches near Cartagena? I think it's one of the two that I always get confused, the Christmas tree one and the switchback one. There was also one where the missionaries once baptised someone, but this doesn't look like the right one. Jenny

Sorry, Jenny, I'm not remembering much this week. The picture of the four younger kids standing next to Daddy on the beach made me think about how Jenny and Mark did not really like to be in the pictures in Spain. They would either get out of being in the shot entirely or would make funny faces at the camera. Mommy would get mad and yell at them. I am guessing that Jenny and Mark were both there that day but did not want to be in the picture. I also think it was when we first got to Cartagena, since my hair had not been chopped off yet. I think Mommy took me to the barber a month or so into our stay and had them cut my hair short.

Maggie