Our first few days in Barcelona were a blast. I swear we walked a marathon each day. We hit most of the main attractions like the famous church Sagrada De Familia designed by Barcelona’s most famous architect, Gaudi. The church has been under construction for over 140 years and its completion date is set for 2026, the 100 year anniversary of Gaudi’s death. Meandering around the city we walked the famous street La Ramblas, visited the food market at St. Josphes, took a late night metro to see magic fountain lite up to the sound of music, and one very crowded beach day.

We are getting better at figuring out metros, not speaking the native language, and living out of our bags, but sometimes all we can do is laugh in certain situations. When leaving Barcelona and heading to Valencia, it seemed like a movie with how close we cut it. Not realizing how spread out the metros came in one part of town, we were scheduled to get to the train station 6 minutes before our train was supposed to leave. We made a mad dash off the metro and upstairs to the main train station to print our tickets. For some reason the gates required tickets to get in AND out of the area we were in. I swiped my metro and got through, Marge was not so lucky. 5 minutes: We are stuck on opposite sides of a gate and have no more metro passes to get her through. She speaks to a worker and she gets through, at least we weren’t separated anymore but we still had to print tickets and get to the platform. 4 Minutes: We go to the wrong machine to print. 3 Minutes: We are at the right machine, we print our tickets! 2 Minutes: We’re running to platform nine, which was (of course) the wrong one and we are redirected to a platform downstairs. 1 Minute: We reach the platform just in time to jump on. With a few deep breaths of relief, we take our seats in the stairway of the train because everyone was headed to Valencia for La Tomitina!