Short Version:
We’ve done some stuff
We’ve done some stuff
Long Version:
When we last wrote, we were in Barcelona*, cycling around seeing cool and/or mad stuff, and hanging with Senor Brettus, Senora Sylvia, and hombre poquito Miquel. We left after a week feeling like we’d just scratched the surface, and that Barcelona still held a bunch of cool shit we’d like to see.
We also left hungover, and with the beginnings of what would eventually be diagnosed as pneumonia, which I advise you all to not get.
A week or so of coughing and spluttering later, antiXmas rolled into town, with ye olde festertivities and animal feet/head slippers.
And then onwards and upwards, to Whistler, and to snow action.
* = Actually, we were in Whistler, but the subject matter was Barcelonan. Do you feel cheated?
When we last wrote, we were in Barcelona*, cycling around seeing cool and/or mad stuff, and hanging with Senor Brettus, Senora Sylvia, and hombre poquito Miquel. We left after a week feeling like we’d just scratched the surface, and that Barcelona still held a bunch of cool shit we’d like to see.
We also left hungover, and with the beginnings of what would eventually be diagnosed as pneumonia, which I advise you all to not get.
A week or so of coughing and spluttering later, antiXmas rolled into town, with ye olde festertivities and animal feet/head slippers.
And then onwards and upwards, to Whistler, and to snow action.
* = Actually, we were in Whistler, but the subject matter was Barcelonan. Do you feel cheated?
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