I’m a sucker for Peruvian crafts and their colors, geometric shapes, their tapestries and specially their retablos with nativity scenes. They remind me of sleepovers at a friend’s house, but more importantly, they remind me of her mother, a woman that touched many lives. 
Gave my first try at piecing this weekend, I was inspired by a book I bought for my niece and since she’s the “girliest” of girls there was no better way to wrap it up than with a flowery tote. I first drew what I wanted in freehand and then gave it a try piecing it. It didn’t turn out exactly the way I planned it, but Andrea seemed to love it.
We spent Saturday at a little town called Salinas while our friend windsurfed. We took shelter from the sun at what I thought was an abandoned house; it turned out to be the office for the local salt mine across the street that gives the town its name.
This will be my last cross stitch project for a long time, I swear. I just couldn’t resist making “him” for a nephew that’ll be born this month.
My favorite Burgos pic has nothing to do with gothic cathedrals, green parks surrounding a river, world famous embutidos and such. My favorite picture was not even taken with a camera, just with a phone as we took 5 minutes to rest the Spanish way, with a coffee and a piece of tortilla (omelet).
It's always more fun to work with glue than with a hammer and nails. 
