Week 13: Vacation

It was a vacation as a vacation should be. I experienced something new each day and found myself outside my comfort zone more often than I would like. A day in Stockholm, 5 in Barcelona, 4 in Båstad, 1 in Copenhagen. 3 languages, a million crazy tourists and one amazing sunset.

I think everyone has a checklist in the back of their mind as to where they would like to visit if given the chance. Spain, Italy, Greece. This was my list as of two weeks ago. Being here in Sweden I had the opportunity to fly at somewhat reduced rates and cross one of the above mentioned countries off my list.

Initially, I planned to go by my lonesome, but my mother volunteered to accompany me, mainly because I think she thought I might get lost and wander off into oblivion and also because I think she needed the vacation as well.

The trip was nice just because our similar interests eliminated the struggle of having to entertain one another. At least I think each place we went to was of mutual interest. We visited the Gaudi sites (many of which I thought were marvelously ugly), traveled to a secluded resort called Sitges to lay on the beach all day, scaled the mountain cliffs of Montserrat, dined on the coast, mastered the train system and drank more Sangria than you can imagine.