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.
For eight months, my family called Javea, Spain home. Near Valencia, Javea is a wonderful combination of beach and port town, surrounded by mountains and a countryside of oranges and olives. See some of our pictures here.