My list of accomplishments this year will read in this order: Went to Barcelona. Yelled at a stranger who totally deserved it. Escaped New York City.
Its been about a month since my trip to Barcelona, which is absolutely going to be my most favorite memory of the year, just ahead of that night in Brooklyn I ate a pigs tail and SML ran into a wall. I only spent two nights in the city before heading north through France, and I really should have pushed to stay another night, or at the very least had my own pitcher of Sangria.
This picture was taken from Güell Park overlooking the city and in the very far distance you can see the Mediterranean Sea. My heart skips a little when I look at this picture because the evening I took this picture, I had walked the entire distance from the seashore to the top of this hill. Something is wrong with me.