My Favorite Week of the Year

A week from today, Hubs and I will be arriving in Zaragoza, Spain. It is a city of 600,000 people (the fifth largest in the country), and I was blessed to call it home for a year of my life.

Photo found here.

The first time I experienced the annual Pilar festival was in October 2002. Little did I know what cultural fun I was in for. Concerts, cultural song and dance, vaquillas, churros con chocolate, cachirulos (checkered neckercheifs), and great times with friends. 

The week's festivities charmed me, and I soaked up all that I could. I went back two years later, and loved it again. It's just a special week for me.

Now I'm taking Hubs back with me. It is exciting--apart from Christmas, there is little else that I anticipate with as much excitement as I do the Fiestas del Pilar. I have dreamed about taking my husband back to the city where I spent one of the most wonderful years of my life--to introduce him to my friends there, to the places where I lived and worked and hung out, to the Italian restaurant that serves the best food ever, and on and on...

To introduce the man of my Present and Future to a place from my past that played an important role in making me the woman I am.

Zaragoza, ¡llegamos pronto!