This was what our year in Spain meant to me. Time with my daughters, time with my husband. Time off the clock. We were hesitating to call our year abroad a sabbatical, as my husband would still be working some, and I intended to commit to my writing, but the idea of sabbath time, or at least more flexible time, sounded appealing.
Once we decided to move our family to Spain for a year, we then had the fun and difficult task of figuring out where! With four towns in the Malaga and Valencia areas on our short list, we rented houses in each for several weeks, planning to use the summer months to determine which we liked best. Come see where we chose!