Barcelona, April 2010
We just randomly decided to go on holiday to Spain. It took about 20 minutes to book the tickets, and around three weeks to get so tired of school that we didn't even realize we were on holiday until the morning of our second day in Barcelona. We slept on the train, read some random magazines we picked up at the airport on the plane, got lost looking for our lovely little hotel practically at the seashore...
Our first meeting with Barcelona was at the Plaça Catalunya, when we got off the bus, loaded with suitcases and slightly stricken by the heat (no, you cannot blame us, we came from France, after all), craving for a cup of coffee. That's when we saw the balloons. And the sun. The real, blinding, gorgeously bright sun. I think that's when we both knew instantly this holiday would be the one to remember...
