The Rambla has never looked so lonely and empty as I said goodbye to Barcelona.
Hardest part of this voyage to Barcelona was leaving. Waking up early in the morning and packing your bag while thinking you want to stay longer is a real pain. As far as trips go this was a nice one, but there was very little time to enjoy and appreciate Barcelona.. all the while there was an immediate feeling of hurry. The festivities of Merce will have to take place without me, but I'm going to have a relaxing and enjoyable weekend with my dog by my side.
My return trip went as planned; get up, pack up, bus up, check in, board and go. Well, not quite. I have one complaint about the modern, superb and fantastic new Terminal 1 of Barcelona airport.. the restaurants aren't open in the morning. I had to eat at McDonalds and that's just never fun. Barcelona had left a significant mark on my tastebuds because the inflight meal was so horrid I couldn't eat it at all.
Having returned with my ears popping and my luggage heavy from vine and cheese I brutally found out that even if its 18 degrees in Helsinki, it doesn't mean its t-shirt weather.. the wind cut me to the bone. Quickly visiting Meetingpoint@lasipalatsi to see how they are doing without me I got reminded that our work is definately not done yet. The first exhibition starts first of Octobre and we've yet to do anything about it. Monday will be the start of a series of very busy workdays!
Haha. Looks like I forgot to pay a bill. Oh well. The pictures are gone now. Try to imagine them. ;)
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