It's not the destination, it's the journey. Ok, both.

(Warning: this is only to get your hopes up. Pictures have not been uploaded yet.)

I just got home from a MAGICAL week-end in Barcelona with my dearest Becky, and I just wanted to emphasize the luxury of public transport here in Europe. Even though we were leaving our dream-like destination behind, the journey by train (5 hours...but cheapest...college student) wanted to prolong our smiles and offered us rolling hills bent over with age, dusted in greens and ambers with occasional orange orchards. Past Becky's sleeping head was the Mediterranean, lazily basking its turquoise waves in the sun. I munched on a plum and cheese bought from one of the most famous fresh produce markets in Europe, and I think I was enjoying the beauty of the ride just as much as every other aspect of our 3-day adventure!

(Told you it was only a teaser!)

Get excited for pictures!!

Besos,

Roxy