Riu and Rebecca are gone to Ireland for a quick visit this week.

Here’s the little piglet meeting her cousin Ben today in Dublin. The last time they met was in September when little Ben had just been born.

Yo! Gangsta.

Putting up the Christmas lights for baby’s first Christmas.

As with pretty much everything, she’s not sure what to make of it but after a while she just ignores it. She’s really only interested in things that are milk or things that are made out of sleep.

After milk she tends to get a little tipsy, and she often falls out of her sitting.

Careful there, tiny baby.

Riu has lost her first sock. Where did it go?

It went missing somewhere between along Calle Escorial or Placa Joanic.

How many socks do you lose? Why does it have to happen to one so young? Oh the injustice, oh the humanity.

When we were growing up there was an Uncle Eamon in the family.

Thanks to the little one and my brother, we now have an Uncle Eamon in the family again. It all comes around.

A little light reading on the light rail.

We found this photo of the piggy buried on the camera, so I thought we would put it up. On the first day of the camino, about eight kilometres into the hiking, we arrived at the first significant waymarker - the refuge at Orisson.

I think she was laughing because she had no idea we were about to hike up and over the Pyrenees.