My second vacation ever as an adult was a bit of a toss-up. London was pretty fun, so should I stick with Europe? Head to Asia? Other continents? So many possibilities. I eventually decided on Paris and asked a friend who had been numerous times if she’d want to go. She said yes, but no to Paris, and instead suggested Barcelona. Ok, let’s run with that.
Rereading my old journal entry for the trip, I suppose my vacations weren’t nearly as long as they are now. Six days doesn’t seem like enough time to explore a city.
