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Yes

Yes

While we were planning for our epic family trip, we spent some time online looking at pictures of the things to do in Barcelona.  Actually, if I’m being honest, I think I was looking up a particular shoe store I hoped to visit and showing pictures of their wares to my girls.  While taking in the beautiful, handcrafted shoes, an image appeared that caught their eye.  A huge Ferris wheel, on top of what appeared to be a mountain.  My first instinct was to hope that it was not actually a place in Barcelona, but an advertisement that got mixed in to my feed.  A quick search revealed that it was indeed an attraction in the very city we would be visiting.  Since the kids were almost teenagers, it was important that we included stops along the way that they were excited about.  They are fabulous travelers who enjoy soaking in the sights and tastes of new places, but I immediately knew this Ferris wheel would be added to itinerary.  By now, my husband and son had been called over to the computer and everyone was on board.  Knowing I am not a huge fan of heights, they looked me in the eyes and asked if I would go on it with them.  First instinct again registered as in internal, “no thank you.”  But looking in to their hopeful faces, I mustered the courage to say, “yes.”  Weeks passed and our journey to this amazing city commenced.  We filled the days to the brim with amazing sights, sounds, tastes, and smells.  It rapidly became one of our very favorite places on earth.  On the last full day in Barcelona, the time arrived to visit the Tibadabo Amusement park, the home of the legendary Ferris Wheel.  The journey began with a cable car ride part way up the mountain.  Upon disembarking, we realized it was time for lunch, so we stopped at a restaurant overlooking the city.  Luckily the food was amazing because the kids could barely contain their excitement about getting to the top, and entering the amusement park.  After lunch, we boarded a funicular, a little train car attached to a cable of sorts that ‘clank-clanked’ us what felt like straight up the rest of the mountain.  I held tight, and tried to focus on not looking behind us as the restaurant disappeared.  I disembarked a little shaky in the knees, honestly, I felt like I had just experienced a ‘thrill ride’ and really saw no reason to add any more!  As luck would have it, as soon as we stepped outside of the funicular station, we encountered the epic Ferris Wheel.  It’s brightly colored cars set against the backdrop of the sky, the city, and the encroaching fog was stunning.  It was also enormous, and on TOP of a mountain.  Not 5 minutes after shakily disembarking from the ride up the mountain, I found myself face to face with my 3.  “You promised mom, are you ready?”  Again, internally my answers were many, thoughts like, “No thank you,”  “You go ahead, maybe later.”  Instead, I anxiously responded, “yes.”  It was mid December and a cool, foggy day so the lines were nearly non existent.  A mere moments later, I was seated in a brightly colored car with my girls.  I held very tightly to the side of the car as the ride began.  In fact, so tight that these moments on the trip became known as, “white knuckle” moments, and there were so many I began to take pictures of them.  But as we slowly rotated, my fear shared space with awe.  I looked from the beauty around me, to the beauty in the car with me as my girls faces radiated pure joy.  We laughed, breathed deep, and soaked in the wonder.  I ended up riding this Ferris Wheel a couple of times that day, and even took a couple of turns on a roller coaster.  People talk about the notion of Fear of Missing Out, and for good or evil, I know for a fact, that if I had not said yes and kept my promise on that Saturday in Barcelona I would have missed out on an epic experience.  The priceless, once in a lifetime experience of beauty, awe, laughter, and a shared joy with my family.   

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