After a stunningly beautiful train ride through the country with the backdrop of the Pyrenees guiding the way, I arrived from Paris to Barcelona safe and sound, minus a toothbrush and a pair of contacts. In the words of my grandmother KayKay, "They always say" when you leave something behind it means you want to return. This is 100% true (Paris, we will meet again soon).
Barcelona!
I arrived at 3 pm, right in the middle of Siesta. An hour and a half later (my phone call clearly interrupting the landlord's nap), I got keys to the apartment. A week in Spain had officially begun.
My little corner of the world (with a little help from my friends)
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