Allan and I returned from Barcelona (where daytime highs were in the low twenties, thank you very much) at 2 a.m. yesterday morning after spending a fabulous four days sleeping in, wandering for hours through the narrow streets of the old city, eating tapas, admiring Barcelona’s awesome and very unusual architecture and even getting some work done. It is really only half-reading week for me as LSE is still in session (don’t tell on me) and Allan is adamant that the only way our educations will survive our rigorous travel schedule is if we take some work with us on the road. He calls them “working vacations,” which is the best oxymoron ever, but actually, it worked – and we did. We also managed to find a perfect, cute little coffee shop in the city’s Gràcia neighbourhood where we sat for a couple hours writing our thank you cards while sipping café con leche.
Some other highlights of our trip:
When we woke up yesterday morning it was back to business as usual, with me running out the door to go to class and Allan picking up groceries, then hitting the books. Mom and Dad Reesor-McDowell arrive in 15 minutes for a five-day visit and we’ve spent a good chunk of our last two days making our flat suitable for overnight guests! (Our friends and family should come visit us more – it makes us clean.) We’re running out the door to pick them up – will post again soon!