Papa, Riu, and Saoirse travelled to the bottom of Catalonia to be in the path of totality for the solar eclipse.

On the way we stopped off to see this windmill, generating electricity for when the sun would be eclipsed. Thank you, giant windmill.

We went to La Bisbal de Montsant in Priorat county in Tarragona to be right on the path of totality.

This is the view from mirador five minutes walk up from the town.

Eclipse photography is tricky, especially through those eclipse glasses.

This is what it looked like as the events began.

On the bottom right you can see the moon starting to cross over.

This man in the hat is in all our photos!

The moon is almost fully across the sun now.

I think Saoirse took this tilted photo.

A close-up view of almost total coverage.

Self-portrait with the sun in the background.

We see you there!

Can you see it?

A few seconds later it looked like this.

This is the best picture we got, thanks to Riu!

Afterwards back in the village we liked this building.

For dinner we had sushi at the back of the van.

After a very successful solar eclipse we had icecream for dessert to celebrate.

Saoirse and Papa went to Alma’s Café.

Saoirse has a slushy (sloxi…).

Rebecca and Boí went back to Monteixo. They wanted to see the sunrise from the summit.

They slept in the van and started hiking in the rain at silly o’clock in the morning.

They made it to the top just in time for the sun to come up!

Summertime teethfall.

Saoirse went to pony club in Esterri.

She painted this pony’s toenails.

She loved riding around on the ponies.

Pygmy pony, over by the dental floss.

She brushed their manes.

And took them for little walks.

She can even stand up on the pony!

These are her buddies from the pony camp.

It was a very hot week, so there was lots of juice.

And lots of snacks.

This is the field were the horses live when they are not riding around.

Saoirse and some friends having fun on the big swing.

And they went on the slides in the park in Esterri.

She had a lot of fun. I think she’ll go back next summer.

Summertime hailstones.