One, two, three drops

Individually, we are one drop. 

Together, we are an ocean.  

-Ryunosuke Satoro

Here are just a few of the drops from the ocean that we swam in while we were away (including a few of our drops), in no particular order because the ocean isn't like that.  It just isn't.

The husband's feet.  Just before we did some photo-feet dancing on a breakwall in Luarca, Spain.
Me, thinking tall thoughts.
The boy, beside a church, beside an ocean.
My best Mary Poppins.  Although this Mary Poppins landed flat on her back after her flight.  Muddy ground meant I had a kinda-looks-like-poop streak down the back of my jeans for the rest of our holiday.
An old man, in an old city, reading a letter with a pigeon looking on, Porto, Portugal.
This might or might not be part of Dad's Christmas present.  Just don't tell him that we used it first, although does a photo prop count as being 'used'?  Sao Jacinto, Portugal.
We spent a long, long time watching a long, long line of bicycles go past while we were on our way to finding a camping spot.  I think the Dutch may have got the Portuguese share of efficiency as we found out when there was a bike ride, single lane bridge, emergency vehicles and lots of Sunday beach-goers all clogging up this tiny, rural lane.  It was entertaining though, there were a whole lot of big characters cycling by on crazy bikes with radios strapped to their handlebars.
Two old men.  Salamanca, Spain.
And the coolest of all, catching some sun outside the Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, Spain.