My siblings are flanking me here, as we sat for official holiday portraits in Spain.  We are sitting in front of a sheepskin in our living room (it helped to keep the leather couch from getting too sticky).  I still love having sheepskin rugs (even faux) around my house. My father was stationed in Estartit, but we lived in Torroella de Montgrí. I believe this was the 1975 holiday season since we only lived there for two years and by February 1977 we had moved to Governor’s Island, New York.