I can’t decide whether my cyber-absence has been due to a short-term depression caused by once again saying good-bye to the most beautiful city in the world, Barcelona, or whether I’ve just been slowly, and painfully readjusting to sobriety. The latter seems more adequate, considering a Big Boy of Kronenbourg gave me the energy (and inspiration) to abandon my NCIS marathon, and attempt to write this over-due post.
But let’s move on from my weakness for a nice, cold beer, and focus on my week spent in Spain. My loving, and very welcoming European family and I started our weekend off in Salou, a city close to where I spent the first 3 days of my vacation, Tarragona. Although I felt a bit under the weather, and the trip was cut short, I did manage to snap some breathtaking shots of my surroundings.
Come Tuesday morning, I headed off to Barcelona, where I was able to rediscover some once familiar places. Although some of you may be unimpressed with the photography that is to follow, keep in mind that I was visiting a city where beer is cheaper than water… I rest my case.
All in all, it was an amazing trip, and the credit does not go solely to the destination, but also to the fact that I was able to be among family, something that hasn’t happened in the past month and a half. Sadly, my trip is over. Happily, I get to sleep in my own bed, and not live out of a suitcase. Now I’m off to contemplate my next getaway, most likely in the vicinity of the Riviera.
A toute, bisous!