Yes. Barcelona. We made it. Connelley and Hedstrom were able to focus long enough to make this idea a reality. It only took about 6 hours of keyboard trouble and crazy mathematical schemes to save money, but here we are so it was definately worth it.

Our routine here is all over the shop, but we like to believe in a thing called ´going with the flow´ (as I sit on the computer while she falls asleep smack bang in the middle of some Germans having a conversation)

But I haven´t told you about the rest of Paris! Quel Horror! Well yes. Many an art gallery we did see, as one must do in Paree. ¨They have art on tap here¨was a common phrase coming out of Izzys mouth, as we looked around corners gasped, looked back at each other, eyes raised, and then just laughed cause it really is just insane to see so much in real life. We would have spent an entire day in Monet´s lilly rooms, and we wish we hadn´t stayed so long, trapped in the Egyptian section at the Louvre - someone should have warned us it was a dead end!

We had a few gypsy scares to keep us on our toes, we wondered through streets determined to try something new every day. Crepes, chocolate, ice cream, and the worlds best falafels were a few to name. However those falafals caught up with us unfortunately, so I got in some training for my future Cuzco tummy. But we both agreed it was still the best we´ve ever had.

Aussies were also on tap at the hostel, when we finally got rid of some a new one would turn up every day. Needless to say it was a comfort to here those rough accents and those easy going attitudes, and some of our best nights out were in such company.

So our time ran short in Paris, with so many things left undone but I feel like we used our time well enough, just experiencing paris (mostly food) instead of rushing around.

The rush, however, nipped us in the butt on our exit from Paris. When we were falsely informed that it would take us an hour to get to the airport. The train would take an hour and it took us a while to get to the train. BUT we were lucky and got on a direct train, sprinted through the terminals in the airport (a first time experience for me, a fourth for Izzy :) We made it all in good time though as the people in the queue didnt feel sorry for me being late cause they were all getting on the same flight. So I swallowed my desperate, panicked close to tears face and felt seriously embarrased in the line.

We arrived in sunny, boiling Barcelona. We were convinced our hostel was a fraud and that it didn´t exist when we arrived, but soon found out it was just on the first floor. The hostel is more like a shared loft appartment with two Argentinian guys running it, very happy and chilled. We first roomed with almost naked gay Finnish policeofficers in training, seriously strange men indeed. Followed by a silent Italian dream man who we were seriously contemplating sketching (with our new inspired art supplies and sketch pads) while he was sleeping peacefully... we didnt want to risk waking him up though.

We´ve chilled with Picasso and biked around with Dutch crowds, we´ve had sangria and paella and capacchio and ahhh authentic argentinian/vegitarian meals from the hostel hosts. Last night we went to the full moon beach party and tribal danced with fire in a circle on the beach with some hippies that could definately give Byron a run for their money.

Ahh and so we thought we had heaps of time - when we now realised that tommorrow is our last day! Time to go? Sooo not fair. We were just getting started.

Next? Scotland. Ahh dear, I´ll have to wear pants again.