Barcelona, April 2010
And, believe me, it was !
It was six days of lazy bliss, blinding sun, drawings, sketch books, poems, Antoni Gaudi, lunches in our favorite restaurant next to the beach, psychedelic architecture all over the place, little souvenirs we bought in tiny boutiques of Le Barri Gotic, football match excitement (given that both of us are not even remotely football fans, we sort of joined the gang by osmosis... perhaps, a few pints of beer had something to do with that), random jokes, hysterical laughter, epic quotes, street music at the seashore, happy idling, the nights when we were at the beach smoking cigars and talking about everything, songs we discovered and rediscovered through each other, those girlish moments of shopping together, and dancing in and out of the fitting rooms, and giggling, and not thinking about the money being spent, and taking pictures, and getting lost three times a day on average, and feeling completely exhausted from heat and walking by the end of the day, yet being so innocently purely happy...
And that almost childish lack of seriousness - apart from those times when we had to remember to buy something for breakfast...
And getting completely pissed on all the cocktails and liqueurs imaginable the night before waking up at 5 AM for the plane, and feeling totally knackered on the way back...
"I totally love our diet ! And you ?" That's what she said. Eating churros.
It was a holiday to remember.
