Now that I’m presently on a short break in Sydney (STOKED to be back, might I add), I’m feeling inspired to start working through my exponentially-growing list of blog backlog – starting with a quick trip to Barcelona drafted one whole month ago.
After weeks of feeling fatigued for no apparent reason, my immune system finally caved and wiped me out with a bad cold.
So after 2 days of Netflix binging/couch potato-ing in the name of recovery, my cough lozenges and I flew to Barcelona this weekend to meet up with some Aussie mates who are presently doing the whirlwind European summer party pilgrimmrage (I.e an absurd number of countries condensed into 6 weeks). The previous time i was in Barca was last summer, when Kat and i were on our own 6 week European adventure – in hindsight, i dont know how we physically got through it, but it’s definitely something that ought to be done when you have the opportunity and energy.
Barca was fantastic as expected – plenty of good weather and amazing, fresh, succulent food teamed with equally delicious sangria.The company was also top-notch, reinforcing my utter excitement to be visiting home to see my friends and family in a month’s time! And though unintended (or was it) we were an unsuspecting audience to a naked bike ride through the city. Memorable, for different reasons (no one should ever skateboard naked. Ever.)
Now im on a 3 hour delayed flight back to London, tired, but mentally and physically feeling much better. Getting sick this week couldve been perceived as a case of ill-timing .. But actually, there’s nothing like a small dose of Spain when youre in need of good old R&R!