A series of posts about my recent trip to Europe is coming your way. The pictures, as captured by my crusty iPhone, are in no particular order, and the bullets may make zero sense to you. You can read about Germany here and the South of France here and here. Enjoy!
Part of me wants to stick to the easy bullets format I adopted at the beginning of my Europe travel posts. It is a quick way to recap a trip that I really cannot put into words anyway. Bullets are easy, they take minimal effort on my part, and by the time I get done choosing which pictures to post I am seriously tired of blogging.
Part of me doesn’t want to even post about Spain. It was the final country on our trip. It marks the end of the gypsy life and the beginning of real life again.
The life I left isn’t the life I returned to. The person who left isn’t the person who returned.
Perhaps if you travel and the opposite is true, you really haven’t experienced the country, the culture, the people, and the lifestyle of the new place.
Perhaps you were there existing but you weren’t living.
Finality. I am having a tough time with the finality of it all.
And the other part? The other part of me wants to gush about this place that I love so much. I will fail at any attempt to choose words that accurately describe walking through those Barcelona city streets again…10 years after I first visited when I exclaimed that I will be back someday.
This is me exclaiming I will live here.
- Vueling airlines from Nice, France
- Downtown Hostel Barcelona
- Organic juice bar next door – yes, please
- La Rambla – high alert
- Sandy beaches
- New fave band: Los Made in Barcelona (Kel paid a generous 10 Euro for an early edition of their latest release)
- Sagrada Familia
- Mixology bar off the beaten path
- Four mile run up hill to Park Güell – Gaudí’s masterpiece
- Fat Tire Bike Tour and Clifford the big red dog
- Tapas and red wine