Getting older in Barcelona.

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The noise of traffic just outside our window was so much louder than usual, a steady, slick pulse over the rasp of the rain. The cheery light of my phone reminded me of the date, which reminded me that I wasn’t in Edinburgh anymore at all. And then I remembered the night before, and the day before that, and the year before that, and it all got to be too much so I turned over and dozed off on the morning of my birthday in Barcelona.

The day before my birthday, I worked myself up over packing. We flew a budget airline that is notorious for its stringent carry-on baggage policies, and I had running gear and a camera to manage. In the end, I decided the camera was more important. We’ll be doing a fair bit of walking, and I’d be sad if I returned to Barcelona without a proper camera. I shoved everything into my laptop backpack (sans laptop) and that was that.

The flight was painless, and even on a mostly-full flight we were lucky enough to get a row to ourselves. Before long we were landing, through customs, on the shuttle, and navigating La Rambla on our way to our rental flat.

There was a bit of a snag with that, but our host accommodated us at his B&B in L’Eixample. With a view of the spires of La Sagrada Familia from the balcony. I’m not complaining.

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This bed ate all of our sleep.

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I am writing this in the breakfast nook, and this is my view.

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And I have cheery budgies keeping me company as I finish my tea before today’s adventures.

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There is also a Yorkie, but he bounds around too fast for me to capture him in a photo.

Last night we had our first tapas together. FunkyPlaid took lots of snaps, but I was too blissed-out to bother. As the clock turned midnight, we toasted with wine (so much wine) and felt deeply grateful for the opportunity to be in such a special place. Now to go explore it!

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18 thoughts on “Getting older in Barcelona.

  1. Oh wow! Now that was neat waking up to these wonderful pix and the narrative. I’m groping for clever words here bot I’ve not been awake for three minutes. In any case well try contacting you on our drive down to Beaver. Beaver. Barcelona. Well they a b, an a, an r, an e. yep they sure do.

    Sent from my iPad

  2. Sounds like a wonderful time. For a second I thought the clothes pin in your photo from the breakfast nook was an art structure in the courtyard across from you.
    Happy Birthday, and have a wonderful time!

  3. Happy Birthday darling! Have an amazing day in Barcelona. My wishes go with you everywhere including a few tucked into the tapas.

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