After a few days relaxing in Barcelona, it was time to travel south.

Here’s Riu in her grandad’s house in Murcia.

We went to see the sea, at the seaside, beside the sea.

Riu has been learning to climb steps.

She’s fearless about them.

“And I can’t wait to get on the road again.
On the road again”

“Goin’ places that I’ve never been.
Seein’ things that I may never see again”

“Hey, it’s good to be back home again”

“Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, ‘n, hey it’s good to be back home again”

Before heading back to Barcelona, Riu hangs out in Dublin.

All wrapped up in her bear suit against the Irish temperatures.

Papa, let’s go home to Barcelona.

We all went to Mayo and Riu gave her parents the day off while she went to hang out with Karen and Donnacha in Westport. 

Papa on the hike up Croaghpatrick…

Mama at the summit, overlooking Clew Bay…

No pictures of Riu in this post. Sad face.

Riu went to Newgrange.

Tan came to Ireland to visit her so she was keen to show him around one of the most impressive sites of ancient Irish civilisation.

Sitting on the ledge of the oldest building in the world.

Ancient hieroglyphics…

OH HAI!

Taking a moment to think about it all.