I could smell Spring in the wind today, in the rain that spat upon my washed hair, in the strip of blue sky peeking out of the overcast, and I knew I was (temporarily) home (ish). Before this relaxing day, however, I had been metroing, training, planing, taxiing, walkingwalkingwalkingwalkingabunch, running towards things, running away from people, and being a tourist, complete with camera, walking shoes, and loads of maps for 12 days. As you do.
Barcelona
Ahh, barcybarce, how I love this city. I nearly dug myself a cacoon in the damp sand, 5 days of Mediterranean bliss next to the sea. I was basically in Vicky Christina Barcelona the entire time in case you were wondering. jetting off on a private plane to the little island, living in an artist co-op with some Spanish guys, etc......but not really. You wish it was true, I know, but it's not! Get over it. I did have an amazin time though, my friend Theresa and I rode bikes across the whole city and along the oceanside. We all saw Gaudi's (famous Spanish whimsical architect) Park Guell and Sagrada Familia cathedral, had a paella and sangria dinner in a local restaurant, and visitied a castle that looks over the city. The only downside to barcelona was getting my wallet stolen sadly. Some hippygypsy took it on the metro and I lost everything but my passport-vacation money, IDs, various necessities like my keys and phone card...gah, but it turned out alright after two visits to the police and calls to my parents, though I had to borrow money the rest of the trip.
So Spanish!
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