Flew through Paris to Barcelona for a holiday.
Good thing my bags are an ugly blue or I wouldn't
have found them since I couldn't find my flight on
the monitors.
Barcelona is a breathtaking city. Made it to the
Picasso Museum and the Miro, where mental dementia
was channeled into the most inspiring works of art.
(thank God for crazy artists). As usual with
trips to other countries, starting wondering why
America has to always be in such a hurry. Loved that
everything closes in the afternoon for a siesta.
Fell in love with Gaudi's work which is everywhere.
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