|Here we are after all those years|
But before I get to that, Heidi decided that "H" is a pretty boring blog name, so we wracked our brains over mojitos and margaritas (which is the best way to think, or at least the most enjoyable way), trying to come up with a more suitable name. And we finally found one. Here's how it happened:
I saw "my" saint, Santa Teresa, in one of the churches we visited. See, here I am with the sign:
|I'm no virgin, nor a saint, but they got the Jesús part right.|
Later, when we were sitting around with our mojitos trying to think of a blog name, we decided that Santa Ana it would be. I guess the mojitos had gone to our heads just a little and it just seemed fitting, and pretty darned funny too, for Santa Ana and Mother Theresa to have a grand adventure in Barcelona together.
Nothing as exciting as what goes on in the film Vicky Cristina Barcelona happened on our trip, but we did have a pretty interesting time. We aren't crazy, but we aren't saints either, so we drank plenty of beer, wine and cocktails, got slightly lost, ate some terrific tapas, wrote on the wall in a bar, fended off flower-bearing gypsies, saw a construction accident, and watched a guy get his pocket picked. We also briefly considered getting a tattoo, like this one, to commemorate our trip:
|Yes, that's really La Sagrada Familia, tattooed on some guy's leg.|
|Bracelet buddies forever|
Even without the bracelet, I'd never forget this trip. We laughed a lot, we talked even more, until really late at night, and we got up early and joked about swiping food from the breakfast buffet (but I swear we didn't, really, we didn't). Then, we hit the town and walked all day long, even though Santa Ana was stricken with a mysterious foot ailment that caused her foot to swell up to twice it's normal size. Okay, maybe not that much, although it did look pretty bad. But she was a real trooper and wouldn't let her foot get in the way of enjoying the trip. We saw most of the typical tourist attractions, as well as some more unusual things, and we took hundreds (thousands even) of pictures of the fabulous city that is Barcelona. And we did it for six days, though it seemed like a lot less.
And even though we hadn't seen each other in ages, it really didn't feel strange at all when we met this time. I'll have to admit that I was a little worried before the trip. I mean, Skype is great and all, and we were very good friends in high school, but you can never really be sure how things will go when you see someone again after so many years. But it wasn't awkward or weird or anything. Sure we've both changed at least a little, and now we're both married and have kids, and we live thousands of miles apart, but whatever the connection we had in high school, it was still there. And while we did talk a little about the past and the people we knew back then, we didn't need it to keep the conversation going, as so often happens when you get together with old friends. It was great seeing Santa Ana again, and I can say that, at least for my part, I had a wonderful time.
Now we're planning our next trip together. We agreed to try to do another one within the next five years. To Budapest maybe.
And if we win the lottery, we'll do it even sooner.
But before that, I'll be doing several posts on what we saw on this trip. So, come back tomorrow and I'll tell you all about the My Favorite Things walking tour we did on our first day in Barcelona. It was actually an excellent way to start our stay, since we got a really good overview of the city and some great tips on shops, bars and restaurants.