Well, it’s Sunday September 13th, and if our plans worked out, we just arrived in Spain. We are supposed to fly into Madrid early in the morning, and then take the fast train to Barcelona for a few days of vacationing. All the folks we know who have returned from Spain rave about the food, so I pretty much envision Jim and I eating our way from one side of Barcelona to another. (Note to Andy, my personal trainer: Do not read the above sentences, and do not ask me if I did my exercises while I was gone.)
Thanks to Wikipedia for this photograph of Placa Reial in Barcelona. Maybe Jim and I are strolling here as you read this?
On Friday the 18th we return to Madrid, and on Saturday evening I’ll be giving a talk about our relationship with dogs, and the Spanish version of Love Has No Age Limit (El Amor no tiene edad). Please come up and say hello if you are a blog reader. I can’t wait to meet Spanish colleagues and dog lovers, and to be able to speak in person. (I’ll apologize now for my poor language skills. Me disculpo. Did I get that part right?) On Sunday I get to spend some time with trainers for a casual Q and A session in which I’ll undoubtedly learn more than anyone else. If you haven’t already, check out my host, Dogalia, for more information.
After we return I’ll write about the trip, and hopefully have some great stories about dog training in Spain versus the U.S., along with some photographs of the trip. Stay tuned.
MEANWHILE, back at the farm: Well, as of today we’ll have only been gone a few days, but I know I’ll be missing the dogs hugely. Belly rubs to Tootsie, Willie and Maggie. I love you more than I can say.
I’ve published this photograph of Willie and Maggie before, but it’s one of my favorites. I’m putting it in now for my own sake, because I’m writing this a week before we leave and I’m missing the dogs already. Silly me.
Here’s to my Toot Toot Tootsie girl. Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll be home soon.