As a welcome-to-Europe-John, it’s-almost-winter-and-I’m-cold, we-live-in-Europe-let’s-travel, and they-don’t-celebrate-Thanksgiving-here-so-we-don’t-get-vacation celebration, we spent the Thanksgiving weekend in Barcelona. The weather was PERFECT. Not a cloud in the sky, and we didn’t have to wear a jacket. Which was almost too bad since they are all sitting on our couch right now as we try to think of a place to put them in our apartment, but we didn’t miss them at all. It felt great.
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| The view from our B&B |
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| The elevator inside the building. Yes, inside. |
We flew out very early on Thursday morning...
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| Sunrise in Barcelona |
and then promptly started on a death-march in true Dolin vacation style. We saw the Sagrada Familia, Gaudi’s famous church that is still being built. It was really, really cool. We went to the parks, walked along the beach, and strolled on Las Ramblas, the main street in the city.
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| The ceiling in the cathedral. |
Last weekend John and I thought about everyone at home and talked about Thanksgiving food for way too long. We discussed what everyone was eating, the year we tried to cook a turkey, Thanksgiving traditions, pilgrims, ranked Thanksgiving food from favorite to least favorite, then ranked leftovers, and then after discussing it for about 2 hours decided we were hungry and sad so stopped.
To celebrate Thanksgiving day, we reflected on what we are thankful for, spent quality time with family (each other), and ate a feast that our forefathers would have been proud of:
Pizza and wine. We were full of thanks. And cheese.
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