Looking up at the massive fortress walls of the Denia Castle which diligently kept the Barbary Pirates from attacking the village!
This was so much fun! There was a tunnel that burrowed underneath the castle right through the rock over to the other side!
It's all about catching air!
We walked for several blocks looking for a good place to eat breakfast. One whole street is blocked off on Sundays for pedestrians only and this was a great place to peruse the menus as we strolled down this tree-lined avenue. Above, Isaiah reads over a menu.
We finally decided on No. 11 Cafe and ordered the "full" breakfast which consisted of a piece of toast or a croissant, orange juice, and coffee or tea. And, yes, we are finally getting used to Europe's light breakfast.
The law says: Wherever there is water, little people MUST play in it! (Of course, I've never seen this printed anywhere, but it must be so, because my children stop to play be it a fountain, puddle, pool, ditch, bathtub, or ocean.)
My four arachnid-children!
Daddy and Israel.
I cannot begin to tell you how relaxing this trip was!! LeRoy and I would simply hold hands and stroll along while we watched our children explore! And there seemed to be no end to their explorations! Here, Isaiah and Ezekiel were fascinated by something down in the rocks on the jetty where we went for a walk. No doubt it was some unique stick or rock that "just had to be seized as there was certainly no other like it in all the world!"
The big city of Benidorm at night.
Mmmmm! A crepery! And would you look at that gallon-sized container of Nutella!!
If Eli looks a little tired in this picture, it's because he is. All of us were starting to get really, really tired at this point!! The sun, fresh sea air, and then to top the day off with a relaxing walk through cobblestoned streets, music and the melodic crashing of waves lulling our auditory senses... yep, it was time to head for home!
This is the scene which we got used to at the end of each day!
I know you're not going to believe this, but I actually told them not to get their pants wet... I know, I know... what was I thinking! I wasn't. After the first few little splashes and expressions of remorse on their faces, I apologized. Of course you can get wet!! Duh!
So they did. And they were stinkin' cute about it, too!
On day 4 we decided to climb this rock in Calpe.
Beginning the climb. Don't we look so... happy?! Sure we can climb a ginormous rock and smile all the way to the top! (Okay, maybe we do appear a bit naive.)
Every climb has time to hang upside down from trees.
Looking down at a portion of the Costa Blanca Coastline a little ways up the rock.
Looking out over the southern part of Calpe.
Later, I sat on the beach below pondering the climb. It was one of the toughest climbs I've done in a very long, long time because most of the time we were on a 3 to 4 foot ledge with the rock wall on one side and a drop into the sea on the other side. And I have a huge fear of heights. All the way up I kept coaching the children (myself?) to stay near the wall, go slowly, pay attention, be careful. My family was extremely tolerant of the ordeal, coaching me not to give up when I suggested it was too much (translate: Fear!) and we ought to go back down. Sitting on the level ground and looking up, I was following the path with my eyes up the rock when suddenly there was nothing but sheer cliff, no path. I searched for a few moments thinking maybe it went behind shrubs or we had gone a different way at that point. Then I asked LeRoy, "See how your eyes can follow the path up until the other side of the tunnel? Then where is it?" He squinted up at the rock for a moment. "Oh, that's the place where the path was really narrow and we had to hang onto the rope attached to the rock as we walked along. Remember?" Right. That's when my fears had kicked into high gear. (translate: Freaking out!)
Making the descent.
More sea and sand... and cute babies.
Israel was sitting cross-legged on the sand, waves intermittently splashing up over her knees, as she sang at the top of her voice and "strummed" her blue plastic shovel "guitar."
Zeke and Israel never tired of the waves.
Eli and Zae never tired of building up fortresses.
Why don't they make a CD for spas with the sound of crashing waves, calling seagulls, and children's jubilant voices and laughter in the background? Total therapy!
Zeke and Israel were always trying to catch a "big one."
This beach in Gandia, about an hour north of where we were staying in Denia, was our favorite beach. But we all agreed we still like the city of Denia the best and would definitely want to stay there again.
The boys dug this big hole and then had some kind of game going on where Zeke and Eli were bringing Pringles Chips containers full of water over as quick as they could and pouring the water into the hole. (??)
LeRoy with the Gandia Resort City in the background.
No beach vacation is complete without proper sand burials.
Israel and Zeke were first.
Daddy got artsy and made sand sculptures...
The lines across his tummy are his "ripped abs."
At last, Zae's turn. Daddy decided Zae would make a nice gargoyle.
Zeke even adorned Zae's neck with one of his crab "medallions."
"You killed my father, prepare to die."
I just had to include this picture because this is oh so typical of how the boys spend 95% of their energy!
This is a picture of me sitting with my four most favorite people in the world, plus the photographer, Isaiah!
Me with my most, most favorite person in the world!
"Mom, take a picture of me doing a taekwondo pose."
Family at sunrise.
The children and I found our best shell collection on this morning!
Clowning around on our walk up to the cathedral at the top of the hill.
This quaint cafe was at the top of the hill next to the cathedral. Of course, Europe is full of quaint cafes, pubs, and "hole-in-the-wall" hangouts. So this is just one in the hundreds that I see everywhere we go.
My sweet girl.
Zeke fell asleep mid-snack. He managed to get the bread stick to his mouth but was evidently too tired to chew.
Each day, filled with so much wonder, awe, and discovery. Moments of complete meditation on God's glory, His faithfulness, grace, and love.
On the beach in Valencia before going to the airport to fly home. Israel wrote out her name with stones.