Which unfortunately started out close to a nightmare, but fortunately turned into one great weekend. And of course I'm talking about my trip to Gaudi's city and title of Freddie and Montserrat's great song: Barcelona.
Why did it start nightmarish? For some reason planes and snowy weather hates me. Last year February I was delayed for two days in the US. December I spent a night on Charles de Gaulle airport's floor. And that Friday I was stuck for three hours in a small airport with room for three or four planes' passengers, packed with double that number waiting for a plane to show up. On the bright side...it went from two days, to one day, to three hours....perhaps next time I'll show up on time and the plane will have left early...
And the drunks that sat next to me was actually quite talkative and friendly...which is especially weird for Swedes.
I'll put some photo's and details of my Barcelona visit up in a next post. I didn't want to mix the "bad" with the great.
And I still owe any readers an answer to question 3.
I actually prepare a longer answer in my head, but decided to keep it short and sweet.
"No".
Not that I don't want to...but considering that I couldn't even manage it back home in South Africa, how will I do it in a foreign country? Without my chloroform?
Oh. If you hadn't guessed it, the most popular question asked since I got here by people back home:
"Have you got yourself a Swedish blonde yet?"
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