I’d love to be popular in Barcelona. That sounds like a fun job.
– D.Kay & Epsilon
On our last day in Barcelona La Sagrada Familia was at the top of our list. We had bought tickets online the day before and found out that the signs for “Caixa” that we’d seen 600.000 of while walking around the city were the very machines where we could get them printed. As luck would have it, one of said machines was embedded in the wall of the building opposite our hostel, haHA! Continue reading
Last day in Barcelona and my feet were planning my imminent demise… I could hear them whispering in my light ballerina shoes, that had only the barest hint of padding… “Going to La Sagraaaada Familia, eh? Yes… Yes… very tall building… Oh, going to the tower! Would be such a shame if say… little Pinkytoe over there had a seizure all of a sudden… one might fall down and put us out of our misery!”
I was with a psychologist the whole time, in fact, I share a flat with her, so no worries. The voices are fine, she told me. Continue reading
– Freddie Mercury
We started out well, even though it was fairly early and I am by no means a morning person. I’d packed my little, red bag and felt pretty good about having packed so light. No, this is not a build up to how much I’d regret that decision, I had everything I needed the entire trip…
…Until I bought a bigger bag. Because I liked that bag. It had prints of newspaper all over it and me being a graphic designer, well… Long story short, I fit my little bag in my new, big bag, and brought it home. 18 euros well spent, I say. (Yes, it was, shut up). Continue reading