
We have now been hear three weeks. Time flies in Europe as well. Our family is now complete since Spencer arrived on Friday, January 17th. Rickey and I rode the train and subway to pick him up. Public transportation here is quite good. Our transportation pass, purchased monthly for about 60 Euros, covers busses, trains, and subways throughout Madrid and out to where we live, so we got to the airport and back with no extra cost.
We tried to keep Spencer awake after he arrived, but he had remained awake on all his plane rides and was in no mood to stay up longer. He fell asleep at 1:00 pm and slept till 9:00 pm. Amazingly we were able to get him to go back to sleep at 11:00. He has always been able to sleep like a man. The next night, however, he was up at 2:30 am begging to play a computer game.
The next day (Saturday) we and the students all went to the Prado Museum in Madrid, one of the world’s best. We rode the train to Atocha station, then walked to the Pra

do. For awhile, Kathy fulfilled a dream of having Sarah in a backpack on her back, with Timothy in her front-pack. It didn't last too long and she was surprised she was even able to walk with 60+ extra pounds, but she enjoyed not having to watch the younger two while leaving the train station. With a procession of 46 people (37 students and the nine in our family) we were quite the spectacle. The line to get tickets at the Prado was very long. We should have come on a weekday (we had been in Madrid a few days earlier and there was no line). In line I struck up a conversation with a very nice Spanish man and his wife who, very well dressed, were going to spend a day at the museum. I told him we were from the state of Utah in the United States, then I added

that it was part of the old "wild west" (oeste salvaje). Aaron and Trevor entertained people waiting in line by balancing and walking along the small narrow metal fences separating the sidewalks from the grass. Then Sarah walked up some steps that led to another entrance, following Aaron who had posed for a picture overlook
ing the long line of people. With her white-blonde hair Sarah is quite the sight in Spain where that color of hair is rare. As such, dozens of people in line watched her walk up the stairs over them. Then she lifted one

leg over the hand-railing and she appeared to be headed toward the edge of the stairs and the 20 foot drop off to where the crowd was in line. A collective gasp could be heard and everyone’s hands went up as if to catch her if she fell. From her perspective many feet away, Kathy had a better view of this phenomenon since I was in the middle of the crowd and she wasn't too concerned, but she could tell quickly that EVERYONE else in the crowd was more than concerned!! One of our students quickly grabbed Sarah, who never did more than put one of her leg up on the railing. My Spanish friend turned to me saying: "You really are from the ‘wild west,’ aren’t you," with an emphasis on the "wild." It was mostly in jest, I think.
The children did pretty well in the museum, but after waiting an hour just to get in they were a little tired by the end. Kathy and I get into the Prado for free with our International educator cards, so we can go back as many times as we want. Spencer and Rickey swore they saw the whole mesuem, express style, although they missed many floors. Before we left we did see the Velázquez fables exhibit, and I showed Kathy one of my favorite paintings in the Prado: Fra Angelico’s "The Annunciation" from the mid-15th century. He painted various versions of the annunciation, but this one seems to be his best. Adam and Eve are on the left getting expelled from the Garden of Eden, but the angel delivers news of the Savior's birth to Mary.