I'm afraid she was more into the wrapping paper than the actual xylophone, but Jim had a lot of fun with it! I'm not sure how much natural talent for playing the xylophone Evie is going to inherit. I know that my brief career as a xylophone player in the sixth grade band was pretty disastrous. Fortunately there was another xylophone player upon whom I was quick and able to blame all of the missed notes (it's amazing how well you can hear the xylophone, despite all of the other instruments in a band!).
We played Flying Nun for a little while, had a few spit ups, changed into dry and warm clothes and then headed out in search of the beach.
It's always easiest to travel as a two headed monster.
I'm trying to impress upon Evie the importance of a great appreciation for costumes and boas. She seemed nonplussed.
She was so not interested in the beach (and who can blame her in THAT weather) that she almost slept through it again...
Eventually, though, she woke up and charmed the pants off some waiters with her happy smiles and was keen to check out the sand and sea.
Watching the waves:
She wasn't so interested in feeling the sand...
so I tried a different angle.
We'll know who to blame if she ends up hating sand later in life.
As we left the beach we were lucky enough to catch this great band:
And then our camera died, thus ending picture taking in Barcelona. It was a great first trip with Evie!
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