Even with the right soundtrack, I think I'm about ready to ditch winter and head some place warm. Yes, I'm aware that no one considers Iceland warm. With my cousin Max studying abroad in Barcelona, I find myself getting nostalgic for the Catalan city (and its high temperatures). Admittedly, Staci and didn't have the best trip in Barcelona. At least not the kind of trip we were promised from just about everyone. Our visit was plagued with catcalls, rude tour guides, and pickpocketing gypsies (the cops' words, not ours).
But with some distance, I'm learning to appreciate the gritty city for what it is. After all, you really can't go wrong with a beach, sangria, amazing food, and a giant sculpture of a lobster.