We went into town for Sunday mass and I didn't think to "break in" my sandals. I also forgot to pack band aids in my purse we had to spend way too much money at a souvenir shop.
I know, first world problems.
Mass was beautiful, if not long. I really wish I spoke Spanish! The only problem was when I went up for communion I wanted a blessing since I can't take the host (the saddest thing about being allergic to gluten). The Eucharistic minister was apologetic and said that he couldn't give a blessing and that I would have to go to the priest (he had fantastic English!). Unfortunately, the priest was already wrapping up communion by the time I got out of my line. Mr JB said to ask for a blessing afterwards, but I felt so defeated by that point. He knew I was there, that's what counts, right?
Today and tomorrow are completely lazy days. Our biggest decisions are beach or pool.
How I have needed this time away!!!!