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España Day 10: From the Beach to the Castle to the Waterpark

After an afternoon of splashing in the Mediterranean, racing down the slide on our paddle boat, and soaking up the sun, we made our way back to the casilla. The cool pool was exactly what we needed after a hot day at the beach, and before long, everyone had drifted off for a well-earned Spanish siesta. By now, we’ve learned that the rhythm of life here isn’t just a tradition—it’s survival during the summer heat.

La Castilla Peñíscola

As the evening cooled, we set out on foot toward the crown jewel of Peñíscola: its magnificent castle. Perched high on a rocky peninsula and surrounded by the sea on three sides, the fortress has watched over this coastline for more than 700 years. Originally built by the Knights Templar between 1294 and 1307 on the remains of an earlier Muslim fortress, it later became famous as the home of Pope Benedict XIII—better known as Pope Luna—who continued to claim the papacy from these walls during the Western Schism. Walking through its gates, it felt less like visiting a tourist attraction and more like stepping into a living medieval city.

The climb wound through impossibly narrow stone streets, polished smooth and shiny by centuries upon centuries of footsteps. Every uneven stone seemed to tell a story. No cars are allowed within the castle walls—and after seeing the winding alleys for ourselves, it’s obvious they couldn’t fit even if they tried. Every corner opened onto another tiny plaza, flower-filled balcony, or breathtaking glimpse of the Mediterranean below.

Jesús has a friend who owns several restaurants inside the castle walls, so when he heard our party of nine was coming, he directed us to one of his quieter restaurants tucked away from the busiest streets. It felt like discovering a hidden gem. Inside, cured jamón legs hung from the ceiling, and only one other table was occupied, making the evening feel relaxed and intimate.

Dinner quickly became one of those meals we’ll remember for years. Plate after plate arrived to share: several varieties of jamón, octopus, squid, and even caballo for the adventurous among us. The unanimous favorite, however, was the crispy patatas bravas, disappearing almost as quickly as they reached the table. A pitcher of sangria completed the experience, and we lingered over dinner, enjoying both the food and the company.

Afterward, we wandered through the illuminated streets of the castle. The children were captivated by a street magician whose tricks drew gasps and laughter, then stumbled upon a charming puppet show that held their attention far longer than we expected. Naturally, the evening ended with what everyone agreed was the best ice cream in town. While the kids happily devoured their cones, the adults settled into a nearby café. Some of us lingered over coffee, while others relaxed with a cerveza or a vodka tonic, soaking in the atmosphere of a medieval fortress that somehow feels just as alive today as it must have centuries ago.

Magician

It was the perfect ending to another unforgettable day in Spain.


Aquarama Adventure

Aquarama turned out to be the perfect-sized waterpark. It had a great variety of slides—tall and short, open and enclosed, gentle and heart-pounding. One thing that really stood out was that they limit the number of tickets sold each day, so the park never felt overcrowded and the lines stayed surprisingly manageable. Lifeguards in fluorescent yellow shirts and bright red shorts were stationed throughout the park, friendly, professional, and bilingual in both Spanish and English.

Aquarama in Benicàssim, Spain

Watching them brought back a flood of memories. Once upon a time, I was a waterpark lifeguard during my college summers. What started as a fun seasonal job with a great social scene unexpectedly became my full-time career after graduating from UVA, when my management consulting job with PwC disappeared as the dot-com bubble burst in 2001. Overnight, many of us with impressive job offers found ourselves scrambling for work as the economy shifted beneath our feet.

Looking back, I’m incredibly grateful that life took that detour. Beyond making lifelong friends and sporting an enviable tan, I grew with the company into a supervisory role. I hired more than 200 seasonal employees each summer, occasionally had to let people go, and learned invaluable lessons about leadership, coaching, and helping people grow. Those experiences shaped me in ways I never could have imagined, and I still rely on those skills every day as an emergency physician. I’m especially glad I ignored the well-meaning people who insisted I needed a “traditional” internship. Lifeguarding wasn’t a backup plan—it became a foundation for the physician and leader I am today.

Six hours of swimming, climbing stairs, and racing down slides left our entire crew completely exhausted. Before leaving, we each ordered a gofrula—a freshly made waffle topped with your choice of chocolate, caramel, jam, whipped cream, or white chocolate. We may have indulged just a little by choosing two toppings each. Mine? White chocolate and caramel.

Now we’re winding our way back to Peñíscola, with three of the six passengers already fast asleep before we’ve even reached the highway. It feels like the perfect ending to another unforgettable day in Spain.

~Steph

Sorry #1BigBrother!

Day 6 – Learning to Slow Down

One of the things I’ve loved most about our time in Autol is that every day has introduced us to another tradition that has quietly shaped life here for generations. Today, that tradition was mushrooms.

This morning, a friend of Lidia’s family welcomed us to his mushroom farm for an intimate tour. Like Lidia’s dad, he specializes in growing portobello mushrooms, while many other local farmers cultivate several different varieties. Walking through the cool, earthy growing rooms was fascinating. There is so much more science, patience, and craftsmanship behind mushroom farming than I ever realized.

Mushrooms for miles

He explained how the industry has changed over the past couple of decades. Twenty years ago, mushroom farming was a boutique business, with customers willing to pay a premium for high-quality, locally grown mushrooms. As Spain has faced more difficult economic times, demand has softened and margins have become much tighter. It would be easy to cut corners in pursuit of lower costs, but that’s not the path many of these family farmers have chosen.

Like so many traditions we’ve seen here in La Rioja, they continue to do things the way they’ve always believed they should be done—using organic, environmentally friendly practices and refusing to sacrifice quality simply to make a little more money. There was something deeply admirable about that quiet commitment to craftsmanship over convenience.

After our tour, we headed to Lidia’s family’s casilla, a countryside retreat much like the one where we’re staying. These little houses aren’t extravagant, but that’s precisely the point. They exist as places to gather—to cook, to eat, to swim, to share a bottle of wine, and to spend unhurried hours with family and friends. It’s a lifestyle centered around people rather than schedules.

The kids immediately claimed the pool, splashing and laughing while the adults settled into long conversations around the outdoor table. We sampled both red and white Rioja wines, along with a regional liqueur unique to this area. The kids, meanwhile, were perfectly content with ice cream cones in hand and another afternoon in the water.

Los cocineros

Back at our house that evening, Amir and Lidia transformed the mushrooms we had picked just hours earlier into dinner. Fresh portobello mushrooms sautéed simply, crusty bread from the neighborhood supermarket, fresh blueberries, and good company made for one of the most satisfying meals of the trip. Nothing was fancy, yet everything tasted exceptional because it was fresh, local, and shared together.

It wasn’t a day packed with famous landmarks or busy sightseeing. There were no long drives or crowded attractions. Instead, today reminded me that some of the richest travel experiences come from simply living alongside the people who call a place home.

It was slow. It was simple. And, perhaps because of that, it was exactly the day I didn’t know I needed.

~Steph

España Day 5: Ancient Stone, Family Traditions, and a Night to Remember

Yesterday was all about embracing the slower pace of life in Spain. Knowing we had a late night ahead of us, we intentionally kept the day relaxed, enjoying nature, good food, and time together before one very special celebration.

Octopus and squid for miles

Our first stop was the local grocery store, where we gathered everything we needed for a picnic: fresh crusty bread, jamón, local cheeses, fruit, and cold drinks. It’s amazing how something as simple as a picnic can feel like a feast when you’re surrounded by beautiful scenery.

We drove to El Piqueso y La Piquesa, a park known for its extraordinary rock formations. Over thousands of years, wind and rain have carved the sandstone into towering pillars that seem almost too unusual to be natural. A small river winds through the park, adding to the peaceful atmosphere. We smiled as we watched groups of young men floating downstream on inner tubes—proof that enjoying a lazy summer afternoon on the water isn’t just an American pastime. It looked remarkably like tubing on the James River back home in Richmond.

After exploring the park and enjoying our picnic, we returned to the house. The kids spent some time swimming before everyone attempted a traditional Spanish siesta in preparation for the evening festivities. Some of us were more successful than others. I’m looking at you, #1LittleSister.

Climbing wall at the park

That evening we celebrated Jesús and Raquel’s 25th wedding anniversary at the family vineyard, Viñedos Ruíz Jiménez, and “celebration” hardly seems like a big enough word.

The gardens had been transformed into a beautiful outdoor venue with wine barrel tables, elegant lighting, and a dance floor ready for the night’s festivities. Friends and family gathered to celebrate not just a marriage, but a life built together over twenty-five years.

The evening began with heartfelt speeches filled with gratitude, love, and laughter. One of the most touching moments came when Lidia surprised her parents by singing a beautiful love song in Spanish. Even without understanding every lyric, it was impossible not to feel the emotion behind it. It was a gift from daughter to parents that everyone present will remember.

The food seemed endless. Every few minutes another tray of delicious tapas would appear, each one somehow better than the last. #1LittleSister quickly discovered the jamón carving station and became one of its most enthusiastic customers. Before long, she’d made friends with the gentleman expertly slicing paper-thin pieces of ham.

Fresh prawns

As the sun disappeared, glow sticks and glowing necklaces were handed out, the music got louder, and the dance floor filled with people of every generation. There is something wonderful about watching grandparents, parents, teenagers, and little children all celebrating together.

One of the highlights of the evening was presenting Jesús and Raquel with our gift. This was entirely Amir’s idea, and he absolutely nailed it. He designed and created matching black leather motorcycle jackets with a custom patch on the back commemorating their 25th wedding anniversary and symbolizing the strength and unity of their family. Their reaction was priceless. The surprise, excitement, and genuine appreciation on their faces made all the planning worthwhile.

By the time we headed home, it was around one o’clock in the morning. The younger crowd continued the celebration into town, but this middle-aged emergency physician happily called it a night. Twenty years ago, I might have joined them. These days, sleep is a pretty wonderful gift.

Day 6

This morning, we met Jesús and Raquel in the village around noon. They knew the festival schedule by heart and insisted we couldn’t miss the children’s foam party. We had no idea what to expect, but it quickly became one of the kids’ favorite experiences of the trip.

In an open plaza near the hospital, a giant foam machine transformed an area roughly the size of a basketball court into a mountain of fluffy white bubbles. Within minutes, the children disappeared into a sea of foam, laughing as they ran, jumped, dove, and made “snow angels” in the middle of a Spanish summer. They piled the bubbles as high as they could, covered themselves from head to toe, and naturally made it their mission to bury their dad in foam as well.

The man running the foam machine clearly enjoyed entertaining the crowd. Armed with a garden hose, he would spray children who wanted to rinse off, but he seemed to have even more fun catching unsuspecting kids—and a few unsuspecting adults—with surprise blasts of cool water. Every unexpected soaking was met with squeals of laughter, followed by children racing back for more.

It’s these little village traditions that have made this trip so special. They’re not the kinds of experiences you’ll find in a travel guide, but they’re the moments our children will probably remember long after they’ve forgotten the names of famous landmarks.

Tonight promises to be another memorable evening. At 6:00, we’ll be cheering on Lidia as she performs saxophone with her friends in a community concert. Afterward, we’ll stay in the village square with what feels like the entire town as Spain takes on Argentina in the World Cup. Watching such a huge match on a giant screen, surrounded by passionate Spanish fans in the middle of a village festival, feels like one of those experiences you simply can’t recreate. I have a feeling tonight will be one for the memory books.

~Steph

The streets of Autol
Go Spain!

Day 3: Road Trip to Autol “¿Ya llegamos?”

Today we traded the energy of Barcelona for the open road. We slowly packed up our Airbnb, still mourning England’s loss, and somehow fit six people and what felt like half our possessions into a rented Mercedes V-Class van, and pointed ourselves four hours west toward Autol, the hometown of our au pair, Lidia.

Traveling as a family of six has taught us one thing: a normal rental car simply isn’t an option. Between three kids, six suitcases, backpacks, snacks, and all the miscellaneous things that seem to multiply every day, the Mercedes van isn’t a luxury—it’s a necessity. It feels enormous until every seat is occupied and every inch of cargo space is full.

Lidia’s family has been counting down the hours for our arrival. Our phones have been buzzing with excited messages all day: ”¿Dónde estáis?” (“Where are you?”) and ”¡Os esperamos!” (“We’re waiting for you!”). Their excitement has made the drive feel like we’re not just visiting another town—we’re being welcomed home.

The soundtrack for today’s journey has been equal parts Benito Kamelas and Apple’s Spain Top 100 playlist. Somewhere between rock anthems and Spanish pop hits, the scenery rolled by in shades of gold, green, and dusty hills.

Waiting for our giant van

Of course, no family road trip is complete without the universal question that transcends every language on Earth.

“Are we there yet?”

Every ten minutes.

Seriously—why do children everywhere, regardless of nationality, seem to receive this programming at birth?

About halfway through the drive we stopped at one of Spain’s roadside service areas. Calling it a “rest stop” almost feels unfair. These aren’t rows of fast-food chains and vending machines. They’re more like casual cafés serving real food, just quickly.

Lunch was simple and delicious: jamón y brie on fresh French baguettes, crispy croquetas de jamón y queso that the woman at the register happily popped into the oven for us, and wonderfully hot café con leche to keep the adults going. Fresh bread, good coffee, warm croquetas—it was exactly what a road trip should taste like.

We didn’t need fuel just yet, though the van’s diesel tank will eventually remind us that our adventure is only beginning.

For now, we’re back on the highway, music playing, kids asking if we’re there yet, and a family in Autol waiting with open arms.

Sometimes the best part of travel isn’t the famous destination. Sometimes it’s the road between two places, good coffee in hand, Spanish music on the speakers, and knowing that somewhere ahead, people are genuinely excited to see you.

Hasta pronto, Autol. We’re almost there… I think.

~Steph

Day 1: ¿Fiesta en España? Count us in!

Marriage and parenthood are hard. Achievements big and small deserve celebrating. It’s no secret we love travel and we love a great party – so when Lidia’s parents invited us to come celebrate their 25th Wedding Anniversary in Spain, we replied “¡Si si por su puesto!”

For most trips we take, the flights (and credit card reward points) dictate our actual itinerary. For this adventure to Spain, it made the most sense to fly Dulles —>Munich—>Barcelona and spend a few days in Barcelona ahead of the family event in Autol, Lidia’s village.

We’re arriving three hours ahead of the Spain vs France World Cup Quarter Final game. For weeks we’ve known this perfect alignment could happen – being in a country that lives and breathes fútbol and experiencing watching that game with the food, drinks and energy of those people. We couldn’t have planned it better, save for going to the actual game itself. (I looked up those ticket prices a few days ago out of curiosity – $2700-$6800 each for those wondering).

Studying even though it’s Summer

Earlier this summer with World Cup approaching, I made an impulse buy at the Walgreens next to the New Kent ER. A FIFA booklet and collectible sticker featuring each team and individual player. Little did I know this would come to attract everyone’s interest and define our summer. #1BigBrother is refining his reading skills, and #1LittleSister (4 years) letting “Uzbekistan” roll right off the tongue.

Not nearly complete but still working on it

We landed in Barcelona, quickly exiting the terminal thanks to connecting in Munich and not needing a complicated customs exit. Our bags took 20-30 minutes to materialize on the carousel, but I had reassurance they’d made the journey with us thanks to an AirTag I slid in to my roller bag pocket.

Staying here two nights

We unlocked our AirBnB, dropped our bags, each took 2 minute showers and set off to find a suitable place to watch the game. We walked for 30+ minutes, passing by a French fry-only establishment that looked a little dull, and soon learned beggars couldn’t be choosers. Every bar was spilling out the door with fútbol fanatics. We quickly realized anywhere we could see a screen would need to do.

Spoiler alert: SPAIN Won! And even as I type out this post, the streets of Barcelona are brimming with the energy of victory. Horns honking, mates shouting, firecrackers. Now we have to change our Sunday plans to accommodate the Finals. Who would have thunk it.

~Steph