"That today everything happens to you, and that everything is beautiful."
This morning I had my coffee sitting on a patio next to La Sagrada Familia. Actually, it was more of an “afternoon coffee”; I woke up at about 1:30 pm.
Either way, it really does not get much better than this. I mean, I’m studying abroad in Spain for six weeks with some of my best friends. What more is there to ask for?
The three of us make good little travel buddies. I am our planner, Bella is the suggestion box, and Cameron is team motivator. Our roles make sense, minus the fact that I, who probably could not find my way out of a cardboard box with one door, am in charge of directions, transportation, and all of the things my father would usually take care of on a family trip. He’s just as shocked as I am that we haven’t been lost once and managed to use public transportation.
For the past five days in Barcelona, we have walked roughly 59,049 steps through the Gothic Quarter, La Rambla, Passeig de Gracía, Citadel Park, the Arc de Triomf, Tossa de Mar, and out to the ~clubs~. We’re working hard to offset the amount of tapas, sangria, and paella we’ve been consuming.
At every meal, we express our gratitude for the life we’re living right now. For me, I am grateful for this whole damn thing: my parents providing me with the means to travel and study abroad, technology for letting me write down and share my experiences to remember for years to come, the two people who dropped out of the study abroad to get Cam and Bella off the waitlist, and a legal drinking age of 18.
Spirits are higher than the temperatures here, which have been 95 degrees with humidity. Stay tuned.