So, I now know the secret. The way to get me to update my blog is to tell me I need to write an assessment report! Brilliant!
I've been thinking alot over the past few days about how many things I love doing, that make me happy and calm and content, that I have not done much of in the past 6 months or so...one of those things, funnily enough, is blogging. Another is singing. Photography. Cooking. Eating. (Well, that one I've been doing pretty well, actually.)
And I realized that, in the past 6+ months, there've actually been tons of things that I had something to say about...ugh, bad sentence structure, sorry. Anyway, one of those things is Valencia, Spain, where hubby and I went in late August.
I think I didn't write about Spain because, overall, the trip was hard. And that sounds ungrateful, I know. But it really was. We went in the week right before I began my internship, and I had a lot of time-sensitive dissertation work to do, and was trying to mentally prepare for a huge change in my life, and the start of something I had been working toward for years. It was also late August, and I learned as we were on our flight there that the worst time to visit Valencia is August. Swell. So, it was extremely hot and made seemingly relaxing things like lying on the beach into exercises in mild torture. Mild torture, but still. Also, the nicer beach, the one that was less crowded and more spacious, looked like this: