Spain is beautiful, I got to practice my broken Spanish, and the people are so nice. And at Benecassim, the back stage was pretty much a resort. 
We stayed at a small town outside of Valencia and after realizing that the famous Spanish siesta is a real thing (all restaraunts and stores close for afternoon rest period) we never found ourselves trying to look for food at 4pm again.
Sculpture "Maternidad" (From the front she was breastfeeding but we saw this angle first and I totally related)
There was even a silent disco (everyone wears head phones and dances in silence to their own choice of music.) We enjoyed the blue lights since we didn't bring headphones.
However, (and heres where it gets ugly) it was not easy travel. We were in Spain, SF and LA within 5 days.
Before we left for this leg of tour, I was intent on getting June on a schedule because that's somtimes the only way to manage the crazy baby days and sleep deprivation. Also, I heard it helps them learn how to sleep through the night.
Anyway, here is the massive 2 day schedule (which has nothing to do with getting your baby to sleep..ever...)
1:50 am Played a set at Benecasim to a diminishing but happy crowd (Sigur Ros, the headliner, played right before us, they order bands backwards there)
3 am Got ride back to hotel and packed up stuff while June babbled instead of sleeping
4 am Got 2 hours of sleep
6 am Left for Valencia airport, took 15 minute nap in airport chair and when I stood up I couldn't walk because my foot fell asleep.
9am Flew to Madrid, went through customs, etc.
12-9pm Flew to Chicago, kid behind us got motion sickness and barfed all over because all his parents fed him was chocoate milk for 8 hours, I didn't sleep because I was holding June and my arms both fell asleep and I was afraid of dropping her into the airlane aisle. And, btw, I think airlines are starting to save money by not turning on the air so we were all fanning ourselves inside the massive sauna airplane.
9pm Arrived at Chicago to a crazy busy airport with lots of pissed off, delayed travelers. When we finally sat down at our terminal this girl, who was taking up a whole bench of seats asked if I was going to Chicago. I told her yes and she asked if I could wake her up when we were boarding. I had an infant whom I was rocking to sleep and I must have looked a little frazzled and I looked back at her and said, "I'm sure you will hear them call us." She replied, 'No, I'm very tired." I said, "If I'm still sitting here I'll wake you up." But in my mind I said, "You don't know tired, and no I will not wake your 20 year old ass up unless you scoot over and let me sleep for five minutes."
1am (spanish time) 5:30pm (Chicago time) Got on another plane-to San Francisco
8pm After sitting on the runway for a couple of hours due to lightenng, we finally took off after the captain explained that we'd be on a bumpy ride and that there were thunderstorms everywhere at which point I started balling. I lost it. Slightly scared, ok, really scared to fly, and not sleeping for over 2 days and holding a screaming, pissed off, usually very happy baby off of any sort of schedule, I lost it. I thought we might die on the plane and I'd never get to see Magnolia again. Jason calmed me down reminding me that we're all a little delirious at this point. And, oh, also, the heat on the plane was again in full swing until I complained to the flight attendants.
I watched 2 movies, didn't sleep, the plane ran out of water so I sucked on cough drops all night and every time June woke up, she screamed full-on until I she got a breast again (way overboard on the number of times she fed on the flight).
And then, we got to SF 26 hours after leaving Spain (after not having slept the night before we left) and we all went to bed.
But here's the best (or worst) of it. I apologize for this but it's somewhat funny when you know what it feels like to go 2 days without sleep and be continiously traveling.
I got a little mean when they shoved us into one of those tram cars to get to the other terminals. We were packed into the tram in 110 degree heat and people were bithcing about stuff, and it really bothered me because they had nothing to complain about compared to us. Then when people wouldn't move out of the way after we said, "Excuse us, this is our terminal, we need to get off." I took the cadillac of a stroller we have and started rolling right over everyone's feet to make my way to the exit. And the sea of people began to part. And they said things like, "Out of her way! She's crazy..etc" ( I think I heard that) I know I was mean but for a second, before I realized kharma would set in later and our stroller wheels would break in calfiornia,it felt so good to roll over some toes. (I'm sorry)
So, before you talk about how mean spirited I am, please remember it was a long long trip and now, I've been going out of my way to be nice to people, in fact on the flight today, I didn't complain even once, even though I'm still tired.
We have been in the air longer than we have been on the ground this trip.
I didn't even inclue the trip to LA and then the trip from LA to NYC (Brooke Shields was on our plane and she totally checked out June)
But we have Magnolia's 4th b-day party to look forward to in 2 days (and then off to Vancouver the next day)
Whew