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Feliz Dia de la Madre

Instead of eating taco’s and fresh salsa this Cinco de Mayo we celebrated Spain’s Mother’s Day.  The highlight of my day was sitting in Relief Society trying to understand anything that was being expressed and having all the primary children walk in (three of mine included) and having them sing “Mother, Dear I Love You So” in spanish followed by hugs and little gifts they had made in class.  It seriously melted my heart to see Drew, Daisie and Jake smiling at me and trying their hardest to pronounce the spanish words correctly.  Mmmmm….loved it.  Didn’t love the mothering moment this evening when Daisie threw up all over the bedspread of our apartment, but did love, love the feeling in the room when they sang.  So grateful to be a mom.

Yesterday we left Madrid and time traveled back to the Spanish Inquisition by visting El Escorial.  Besides being the hotseat of the Spanish Inquistion, Philip the Second’s palace houses four centuries of Spanish nobility.  Filled with incredible renaissance art and architecture, it was a place of escape from the pressures of city life for the royal family.  Inside the enormous palace lies over 100 miles of passage ways.  You would need a map just to find your bedroom.  My absolute favorites of the whole tour were the enormous library with it’s painted ceilings of latin learning and the giant tapestry -like paintings in the hall of battles.

Photography was not allowed inside so I had to get these first three pictures off of Google images-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Following our daily ritual of bagetttes, turkey and fruit we jumped ahead in our historical studies to the 20th century.  Just before WWII Spain suffered through the horrors of a civil war.  More than 500,000 Spainards died in the fight between the republicans and the Nationalists (Franco).  The Nationalists won and Franco went on to rule the country as a Fascist dictator for nearly forty years.  Many of the remains of those who fought in the war (on both sides) are buried in a giant cathedral built into the side of the Guadarrama mountains.  Franco, though obviously not a casualty of the war, is also buried here much to the chagrin of those families whose sons and fathers died fighting against him.  The architecture of the building is such that it literally looks like the church is cut out of the mountain.  There is also a beautiful mosaic on the ceiling representing hope and redemption that I enjoyed.  Aside from those highlights, the church felt dark, cold and solemn as perhaps a memorial to civil war should.  The 500 foot stone cross outside is an incredible sight to behold.


Enjoyed the Spainish history lesson, but delighted in the mother’s day experience.  Feliz Dia De Madre!