Barthelona: Weekend Jaunt to Europe, Part IV

Yeah yeah, I know I misspelled Barcelona.  I learned Spanish here in the states and have never gotten used to their lisp. In the intro to this report I mentioned that I grow tired at times of traveling alone.  There’s something to be said for solitude, but we were created for community, and things are generally best when shared.  So, after a short stint at the First Class Terminal, I boarded my flight to Barcelona.  It was a really normal flight to Barcelona, a brief meal was served in Business Class (which is really just economy class with the middle seat blocked off).  The meal was so brief, in fact, that I slept through it.  I was, however, awoken for a coffee by the flight attendant as we began our descent.

Weekend Jaunt to Europe, Part I: Planning

New feature!  Suggested listening for this post: Counting Stars, by Onerepublic I don’t really need a huge or massive reason to plan a trip.  Earlier this year, I flew around the world to celebrate my 30th birthday as well as a blogger I follow’s successful completion of a goal to visit every country in the world by his 35th birthday.  Later, I went to New Zealand mostly on a whim simply because I found First Class availability on Qantas from Sydney-Los Angeles and built a trip around it.  There was one common theme on these trips, though: I went alone.



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