Push Soft Once, Wait Hard Twice

Sara and me at the Mediterranean! And here are the other lovely ladies with whom I spent the weekend in Barcelona:



Becca, Christy, Sara, Krisalyn, and Bethany.

The weather was great. It was a weekend of café hopping and sightseeing. We survived entirely on coffee and chocolate, and the occasional loaf of bread--or, as we preferred to call them, flying saucers. Relaxing...except for the part where we trekked across the entire city. Really, I'm only exaggerating a little bit. This picture is taken from Parc Güell (where we went on Monday) which is on a hill on the opposite side of the city from the castle we were at on Saturday. (It would be off the picture to the right side.) The towers I circled on the picture (yes, I know my MS Paint skills are unbelievable) mark the location of the beach we were at on Sunday. Our hostel is somewhere in the middle.

We saw La Sagrada Familia and decided it was weird-looking...and then went to get more coffee. We went to the beach. The Mediterranean is beautiful. Here's my self-portrait in the Mediterranean. (Now marvel at my unbelievable photography skills.) Lots more pics up on Photobucket.

Sadly enough, we had to come home. Waiting in the London Luton airport, we finished out the weekend with another good dose of chocolate and coffee, and muffins this time since they didn't have flying saucers. Here's Sara after the last hurrah. We got home to Oxford at 5 am Tuesday morning. Here we are waiting at the bus stop at Heathrow between legs of the journey. Here's the bird who lived in the bus stop (which was really more of a glass box in front of the spot where all the buses stop).

And since I must now, once again, frantically catch up on the paper-writing, I'll leave you with this picture, which pretty much sums up how much fun the entire trip was. Words can do no more.