Nov 14, 2024
We were supposed to see La Sagrada Familia on Day 4, but after the Night of Regret™ (see: Day 3’s bathroom-bound horror), there was simply no way. I spent the entire day horizontal—too weak to stand, too nauseous to move, and flipping from Arctic tundra to furnace-level heat. A real treat.
Sweet Evan, who could’ve spent the day sightseeing, chose instead to keep me company in our very dim, very not-Gaudí-themed hotel room. I eventually convinced him to get some fresh air, which he used not for joy or tapas, but to pick up crackers (my gourmet meal of the day) and return with the exact earrings I’d paused to admire in a Gothic Quarter storefront the day before. Honestly? Too good for this world.
I managed to eat two and a half crackers. A feast. The rest of the day was a blur of naps and Netflix—no cathedrals, but still technically a cultural experience.
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