I’m in Barcelona, a destination that I had only considered for a summer holiday, but thanks to the advice of a friend that “Barcelona is nice anytime of year,” I switched my sights from spending a week in Central America to Spain.
During the few weeks before “holiday trips”, ask where I am going, and it will be a different answer every time. Spain didn’t even register as a possibility until two days before I was to depart. My sights were set on Roatan, Colombia, Guatemala, or USVI. Spain…well, I didn’t really expect to be back in Europe so soon.
But here I am, and in short, Barcelona is wonderful. Between staying at W Barcelona, to exploring the streets of shops and restaurants, discovering the architectural genius of Gaudi, or riding Teleferico de Montjuic, my time has been filled.
Right now, I am lounging at Itaca Hostel, relaxing reggae music softly playing, while the smells and sizzle of an evening meal cooking in the kitchen remind me of my own hunger. I am going out for Vegetarian Paella tonight. Maybe some Sangria or Cava. Ah, I love Spain.
Next week, I’ll write about Barcelona in full detail. I’ll be sure to include entertaining stories, maybe about attractive Aussie Rugby players.
Something to look forward to…