Amigos

night out in Barcelona

night out in Barcelona: Mandy, Helena, Xabi, and myself

I like our blog.  I like the fact that even as we pursue our next adventures, blogging gives us a chance to look back and appreciate what we’ve already done.

But I don’t always like our blog.  I’m not a writer, but I still want our words to do justice to our experiences…it’s kind of a frustrating combination.  So on days like today, it’s best to just let the pictures do the talking.

the street of "our" apartment

a sign for Career de Camprodon, the small side street we lived on during our week in Barcelona

I will say this, though.  Mandy and I loved Barcelona.  We stayed for one week, crashing in our friend Xabi’s apartment.  Despite the economic downturn in Spain, Barcelona remains lively and energetic.  The city’s philosophy is clear: you only live once, live life to the fullest.

watching a thunderstorm at Plaza Real

watching a thunderstorm at Plaza Real

As soon as we arrived in Barcelona, Xabi and his girlfriend, Helena, took us to a great Catalan restaurant.  Despite leading very busy, real lives (as opposed to our this-year-is-awesome-but-definitely-not-real lives), the two of them showed us the city and even managed a couple of nights out.

Mandy, Helena, Xabi, and myself at Ubeda for the best gin and tonics in Barcelona

Mandy, Helena, Xabi, and myself at Ubeda for the best gin and tonics in Barcelona

Reunions with old friends (not to mention new ones) have become a regular, yet amazing part of our travels.  When you plan an around-the-world trip, the focus is on logistics: when, where, and how to do everything.  You forget about the social and emotional aspects of living a year of your life on the road.

bonus reunion with Eric and Gillian, two friends from Chicago

surprise bonus reunion with Eric and Gillian, two friends from Chicago

We’ve now met up with friends all over Europe, some who we hadn’t seen in fifteen years.  We’ve been given places to stay, food, drinks, the use of LAUNDRY MACHINES AND INTERNET.   Mandy and I are homeless and living out of our backpacks.  Clearly, we’re in no position to reciprocate equally.  It’s friendship in its purest form.  It’s nice.  Really unbelievably nice.  More thoughts on Barcelona to come….

Laundry!  The first time we've ever used a clothes line.  Mandy doesn't really like that the whole neighborhood now knows what her underwear looks like

LAUNDRY!!!  It’s also the first time we’ve ever used a clothes line. Mandy doesn’t really like that the whole neighborhood knows what her underwear looks like

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