The sun rose over the horizon as we approached Spain. My heart started to beat faster, this adventure really is beginning. With my face pressed up against the window, I watched Barcelona come into view. My tummy did flip flops. What on earth have I gotten myself into?
And yet, landing felt much like San Diego. A sprawling coastal city before me, and a clean and large terminal welcoming me in. I met my host, Ruth, and we drove to Sant Cugat – a small town outside of Barcelona. Ruth and her husband, Graham, live on the top floor of an adorable complex. Their rooftop garden overlooks the town. Graham greeted us in the hallway, a charming English gentlemen with soil on his hands! He´d been gardening and the water had been turned off.
Together, we went for a coffee and some delicious, traditional Spanish breakfast. A spanish omlet, and some really delicious bread. After showering and feeling human again, I went out to explore Sant Cugat. It is a charming town with a beautiful monestary. I am part overwhelmed and part perfectly content understanding barely a word that is spoken.
I think I will join the Spanish culture in enjoying a siesta this afternoon.
I will have pictures soon. My bedroom is lovely with it´s own little balcony. I couldn´t have asked for a better start to my European adventure!