Have you ever seen two happier people?
Courtesy of twelve hours of sleep and pastries that Andrew had to be convinced to try and then loved. There were also fourteen cafe con leches, minus the half of one that decided to throw up on my shirt, and I can only hope that Spanish stain removers are as good as their paella.
I have so much more that I'd love to share with you, but I feel like I'm on sensory overload, especially after using "that penis building" as our point of context for every set of directions we tried to figure out over the last ten hours. One can only visualize a twenty thousand story interpretation of man parts and experience the beauty and awe of Sagrada Familia so much in one single day before pieces of the brain actually begin to physically shrivel up and cry for recess, you know?
Anyway, that's kind of where I'm at.
Maybe pictures soon, though?
World Tour: Part 1, Day 2
World Tour: Part 1, Day 1
UPDATE: A big fat yes to Pam, who just emailed and asked if we still work out when we travel. Ran ten miles along the beach and up La Rambla tonight. Felt just like Rocky. Except in Spain. And without the whole boxing thing or Adrian.