A couple weeks ago, when visiting Juan’s (my future father-in-law’s) chickens in Mondragon, I chose, as I often do, to wait outside the little stinky structure where Juan goes to feed the animals. Instead, I waited in the other building there, where some of Juan’s friends have meals and store wine and stuff. [...]

On Saturday, we got up, packed our bags, and drove to Mondragón to celebrate Grandpa Ramón’s 87th birthday.

Last time I was in Mondragon, I was struck by a particular logo that was spray painted onto many walls. It combines two really cool symbols. Unfortunately, the two symbols carry just a tiny bit of historical significance.
Both symbols can be made by drawing three lines on a sheet of paper, rotating the [...]

We had a very busy weekend, with most of the agenda being wedding-oriented.

This weekend, we went to Mondragon to celebrate the birthday of Marce, (Marga’s mother) Alejo (a friend of the family), and Inés (Marga’s aunt). Today is also Mother’s Day in Spain.

The church where the wedding ceremony will take place in Mondragon is called San Francisco.

After staring for a minute or two at the seemingly disparate photos that I took this weekend while visiting the in-laws in Mondragon, I finally found the common theme: glass.

On Saturday night, we went out with some of Belén’s friends in Mondragon. Every March 17th to come, I will think about the weekend we spent in Dublin three years ago, quite possibly the most enjoyable weekend I’ve spent with good friends, tourism, and alcohol.

Marga’s sister, Belén, turned 28 on Friday. On Sunday, we had a family meal.

We went to Mondragon this past weekend to arrange some wedding details. We didn’t actually accomplish anything, but we are slightly more informed about photographers and priests. On Sunday, we went to a bar that specializes in grilled mushrooms, or “champiñones” in Spanish.