So far, so beautiful.

The journey begins! The next two months will take us through Spain, Morocco, and Israel on a quest to reconnect with our heritage. Our dad's side of the family is from Morocco and, we believe,  originally from Spain. I am eager to better understand my  relationship with this region,  and I wonder when (or if) I will feel a connection. Will I have some sort of revelation in an ancient synagogue in Barcelona? Will I feel at home in the neighborhood where my dad grew up? Or perhaps my body is best adapted to this bio-region, and I will 

naturally feel the most healthy here.  

Forty eight hours,  four planes, and not much sleep later. . We arrived in Barcelona. 

The first neighborhood we stayed in,  Gracia, was quite charming.  As we walked to the plaza with our picnic, ambient accordian music filled the air. Where are we?  The baguet in tow spoke more of France than Spain, and the narrow streets with floral dressed balconies recalled my time in Italy.

We spent the weekend in Barcelona with an awesome couch surfing host.  We ate paella, drank cervecas, and watched flamenco.  Next we journeyed to Girona (pictured above) which has one of the most well preserved Jewish quarters I'm Spain. 

Almond milk in Spain!

 

From Girona, we traveled north to Figueres to visit the Dali museum.

Definitely the coolest art museum I've been to, and very strange as well; I wasnt expecting to see his grave casually perched in one of the galleries.

Let's go to France, I suggested.  Let's go to the beach and get tan, said Charles. Next thing you know, we found our way to Tossa de Mar, a small coastal city, for a spontaneous Mediterranean getaway.  The water is crystal clear and the air is fresh.  We are much happier than this photo suggests.  

Ill try to post as best I can, but blogging fron a phone quite a chore..