Barcelona

Well, after the worst travel day of my life, and the airline telling me they had no idea where my luggage, I arrived in Barcelona absolutely defeated and exhausted.

It was a struggle in the heat, in the same clothes for days, but I tried to make the best of it for a day or two. Did a walking tour with the hostel, visited the Picasso museum, and made some friends at the hostel.

My mood was much improved when my backpack arrived, and I did a spanish guided tour of the Sagrada Familia, started writing in Parque Guell, and wandered the streets a little by myself.

On my last day I rented a bike, rode to Parque de la Ciutadella, traded some patches with the Bomberos, and visited the incredible Museo de Catalunya. Got caught in the rain on my bike ride back but it wasn't so bad!

Had my first paella at the hostel and left on a grossly early flight to Málaga to meet up with Anna.

Solo travel for a few days has been ok, but im excited to meet up with her and officially start traveling together, i think it will be a lot more fun together.Læs mere