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The Original Raphael, Michaelangelo, Leonardo & Donatello in Florence


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I would like to begin this blog with a moment of silence. I had typed an entire witty blog about our time in Florence and when I went to post it... the computer decided to freeze and everything was gone. I will try to be as big of a smart ass with this one as I was with the last.

We started our trip to Florence with impecable timing. We arrived at the Rome Termini (train station) without reservations. We had planned to wait 30 minutes to an hour for the appropriate train but managed to hop onto a train only 15 minutes later. Moments like this are always welcomed when travelling with 30 pound bags on our backs. After a short train ride, we arrived in Florence. We quickly found our hostel, dropped off our bags then went back to the station to catch a train to Pisa. Our timing, again, was perfect. We were able to get onto this train with only 7 minutes to spare.

Pisa was everything that we thought it was going to be. Basically, we walked 1.5km to the tower, snapped a couple of -hold the tower up- pictures, did some touristy shopping, peed at the nicest McDonalds I have ever seen, then walked the 1.5km back to the station.

On our way back to Florence we bunkered down for the hour train ride. With our own personal ipod soundtracks resonating in our ears, I noticed that an attractive train policia with an extremely slick pony tail and pinkie ring was issuing fines to people at the front of the car. We are novice train people and are still learning the details of our Eurail passes so I thought we were definitely in trouble. My heart was in my stomach as we reviewed our -guide to Eurailing book-. The policia, row by row moved toward us. Upon ariving at our row he glanced at our tickets, then smiled, winked and said caio.

After surveying our Florence hostel, we have decided that it's our favorite so far. There are interpretations of artistic renaissance masterpieces on most of the walls and between each of them are quotes, signatures and other scribbles from the previous tenants of the past 10 years. Cat found a signature from her home town and I was able to find a big Delta Gamma symbol. Such a small world. For you Utah people... It's like the Pie only on the white walls of a building 10x the size. We have yet to put our John Handcocks on the wall. Sharpies are harder to find here than you would think. The room that we are staying in is a huge 9 person dorm style room with a private bathroom and computer with free internet. Other fantastic things: a bedside shelf with your own outlet, free breakfast, free dinner, cheap snacks and wine and free guided walking tours. I bet that you think that we are sounding pretty cheap by now but hey... it's the little things that are going to keep us here for as long as possible and allow us to buy as many shoes and bags as possible when we finish up in Paris.

Our first evening in Florence we got into our jammies, had some home cooked pasta, drank some vino, said Konnichiwa to our 6 Japanese roommates and turned in early. I usually wake up earlier than Cat. It has been the trend that she sleeps on the top bunk. When I am in bed awake but, not ready to actually get out of bed, I just put my hands out in front of me and shake her matress. To signal that she got the memo she'll flop one arm down where I can see it to avoid a second shake. This prevents our hostelmates from hating us. Since most of them are 18 on spring break or studying abroad they already think that we are grandma's, we try to avoid their shear distain as much as possible.

Our second evening in Florence we were content to go to bed early again. We had even resorted to our sweats & hoodies when I made the genious offer to snap a picture of the four 18 year old Milan exchange students that had recently moved in and were having cocktails in our room. That opened the door to them thinking that it was okay to converse with us. There were 4 girls traveling together an American, English, Spanish/Catalunyan & Mexican. They kept inviting us to go out with them, we kept declining till finally we broke and agreed to join them for a night out in Florence. We left and wandered, thinking that they knew where they were going. They didn't. We got so frustrated with them that we said our goodbyes and went back to follow through with the initial plan of going to bed. At least made an effort to be social.

Free guided tours are hard to come by in Europe but, this hostel provides them every morning at 10:00am because they kick us out of our rooms for cleaning. Our guide's name was Francesca. She is an Italian woman that looks like she has indulged in too much pasta and too many cigarettes in her life. She was sporting the same yucky hack as I am but I blame hers on the 15 ciggs that she inhaled while on each 3 hour tour. The first day in Florence she showed us the first wine bar, Medici Family palaces, the birthplace of gelatto, the only bridge to not be destroyed by bombs in WWII, and my favorite... the church where Michaelangelo was sent to excersise his obvious talent at the age of 9. *FYI did you know that the Priests who looked over Michaelangelo exposed him to cadavers and nude models for study even though it was illegal at the time? Day 2 she relished us with her knowledge of the largest cathedral -Duomo-(means house of God in Latin), various Medici homes, the first public Library in the world, many original statues throughout the city and (our favorite) the grave of Dante's muse Beatrice. Still to this day people write love letters or questions about thier love lives on pieces of paper and drop into baskets by her tomb. It's basically making a wish for love and the hope that love is paradise.

The highlight of Florence was definitely seeing Michaelangelo's David. He was originally contracted to go atop the Duomo but after being sculpted from one piece of solid marble, they decided he was too big and too perfect to be up so high. After 5 years of construction, David was placed outside of the main Medici palace to signify how something small (David & Florence) could become great vs larger more powerful opponants, (Goliath & other Italian provinces). Anatomically he is perfect. Every detail was thought out and after meticulous study of him you would find that he is flawless. Truely amazing. I also made the decision while staring at the David that if I ever decide to get married... my husband is required to have a perfectly chisled ass, just like the David.

Florence is known for being the home of the Renaissance. Artists like Rafael, Brunelleschi, Da Vinci, Ghiberti and Michaelangelo have masterpieces everywhere you turn. I feel that the colors and history of Florence have changed my perspective on art, architecture and life all together. We leave for Venice tomorrow and I am sure that the romantic canals and history will rival what I have felt for Florence.

Till then...
Arrivederci

Love love,
Aud (and Cat)

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When in Rome...


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It gets a little old sitting on a train for 10 hours but we find ways so spice things up and pass the time. I want you to imagine... Cat and I sitting on a 10 hour train ride on the way to Rome. Sitting in the seats that face each other. Both of our head phones plugged into the same ipod. Lip synching Michael Jackson's "Man in the Mirror" from start to finish while simultaniously making PB&J sandwiches using a plastic fork. Needless to say, we are having a fantastic time together.

Our hostel in Rome was very easy to find. When we checked in they informed us that not only was it happy hour in the hostel bar but, they had free pizza. We quickly got situated in our 8 person dorm room and went downstairs to get what our 13 euro had paid for. After taking advantage of the 5 euro bottle of house wine we discovered that the US vs Canada Olympic hockey game was on in a few minutes. There were many Canadiens as well as Americans so we had a great time heckling eachother.

We woke up early the next morning, ate breakfast and felt that we were now ready to take on Rome. With map in hand we set out for the Colosseum. The structure is massive. It is interesting to me that business people and students hussle past it, busses and scooters zoom by without even glancing at the history that stands there. While walking toward the Colosseum, a man dressed as a Spartan walked toward Cat and I calling us "Blondie and Cleopatra". He told me that he would cook for me and give me massages so I was basically sold but before I committed to him we wanted to see if A.there were any cuter Spartans B.If there was a line to buy a ticket for admission to the Colosseum. We were able to walk to the front of the line and shortly after took a guided tour. It was amazing to hear a more in depth history with facts and illustrations of the Roman glory days. Our ticket to the Colosseum also gave us admission to the Palentine Ruins (where the Roman elite lived and played once upon a time) as well as the Roman Forum. We wandered for hours almost in silence just imagining what this place was like so many years ago. With all of this sight seeing we worked up an appetite. While checking out the panini selection Cat was eye raped by a Spartan on a cigarette and espresso break. After attempting to kiss her and of course getting denied, he introduced himself as Pepe. It was so vulger but... flattering at the same time so, not exactly offensive. Exhausted, we walked back to the hostel. We were excited for bed but instead we were wined and dined roman style (see Dinners with Mario Blog)

The next morning after waking up from our food coma, we were kicked out of our room by the hostel cleaning lady. After having barely enough time to throw on a bra and shoes, we left the hostel. We walked past the Italian White House, the National Museum and Quattro Fontane, to the Trevi Fountain. The custom at the Trevi Fountain is to throw 2 coins into the fountain (over your shoulder while facing away) the first to ensure your return to Rome; the second grants a wish. Before even making our wish, Mario called informing us that he was moving us to a more suitable hotel. We were so happy after noticing that they didn't change the bottom sheet on the hostel beds that we almost didn't need our Trevi wish. I sat and looked at my surroundings and thought long and hard about what I would wish for. I closed my eyes and tossed. Let's hope that the naked man who lays over the fountain was listening.

Our new hotel (not hostel :))is very nice. Everyone that works at the desk is well aware that we are personal guests of Mario DiSisti so they are extremely accomodating. We dropped our packs off then realized that we had nothing to wear if we happened to be invited to another Roman dinner so, the man at the door kindly directed us to an area for shopping. What he didn't tell us was it was located at the bottom of the Spanish Steps. Being Located at the bottom is fine... except for the fact that we then knew that we would have to hike back up them with our shopping bags. We made our purchases then trecked up the stairs. I almost did the Rocky dance but instead Cat and I high-fived eachother and kept going. Dinner this night was at a small family owned restaurant recomended to us by our hotel. It was around the corner and delicious. They made their pasta fresh and house wine was served out of original wooden barrels.

The next morning we woke up and put on our Vatican City best. Not that it's hot here right now but we made sure that what we were wearing was holy ground appropriate and took off. Walking into Vatican City was a bit daunting. I was clenching my rosary and when we walked through the gate I closed my eyes fearing that Cat or I would burst into flames. We made it into St Peter's Square then proceeded through a security and wardrobe appropriateness checkpoint to enter the Basilica. There were so many people. Many were in tears at being in such a special place. The craftsmanship on everything was perfect. You could wander through one building for days looking at the intricate designs. We slowly weaved our way in and out of the columns till we once again returned to the square. The Vatican Museum was next up mainly because Cat wanted to see the Sistine Chapel (for those of you who don't know... she has it tramp stamped on her back). The works of art that are in this place are unbelievable. You could spend a week in this building alone. I read that The Sistine Chapel was completed in only 4 years. The room is about 1/2 a football field in length and the detail in the paintings on the ceiling are indescribeable. I am so glad that I was able to see it. We didn't really have anything else on the agenda for the day after being in the Holy City so we decided to unwind with an afternoon walk along Tiber River. We were feeling a little tense after watching our mouths for so many hours so we grabbed a big Italian beer and strolled along the water way. This was during rush hour so as we drank and walked and talked, we got lots of honks, winks and caio bellas from the businessmen as they passed. We grabbed a late lunch at a restaurant coincidentally called Mario's where Mama took our order in her house shoes. It's a good thing that we walk EVERYWHERE or else all of this Italian food would be going straight to our asses. We walked back to the Hotel and took a brief siesta and were woken up by a call from our Mario. We had yet another amazing dining experience with him late that evening.

Overall Rome has been everything that we thought it would be and sooooooooooo much more. It exceeded any expectation that I may have had. We have seen artistic masterpieces, wonders of the world, eaten like royalty and I have checked something off of my bucket list. I hope that you enjoy reading about Rome as much as I have loved being here. If you haven't been here yet, come!

Caio
Audrey (and Cat)

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Dinners with Mario

So fabulous they required their own blog....


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Ok, before getting started, I need you all to take a bathroom break and make a cocktail or a coffee. This will be a long one.... but so worth it :)

Mario is a business aquaintaince of my step dad, Harvey. About 3 or 4 years ago, Harv was invited to Rome on a business trip and my mom got to tag along. They stayed for a week and had an amazing time. When Mom found out we were going to spend time in Rome, she emailed Mario to tell him we would be visiting. He's an extremely busy man who spends 6 to 7 months out of the year traveling for business. I didn't think much of it because I assumed he would be gone or far too busy to meet with a couple of 20 something Americans backpacking through Europe.

Now fast forward two months....

After our first full day in Rome, we were back at the hostel recouperating from our long day of walking and sightseeing. Just as we're about to put on jammies and head down to the hostel bar, my phone rings and it is Mario himself. He asked if we had commitments that evening and said he would like to take us to dinner. We obviously said yes. At this point, Aud and I are now frantically trying to find something suitable to wear out of our backpackers wardrobe and make our selves look presentable. Aud was on Day 4 hair. After she jumped in the shower and remembered that she ditched her blowdryer in Madrid, Aud was forced to use the "flobie" attached to the wall of the bathroom. (The picture will be included soon.) Personally, since my hair was also on Day 3 or 4 and most of you know how long it takes for my mane to dry, I went with the "slick back in a bun" look.

Side Note: Any thing that is in "quotations" from here on out, should be read in an old man's Italian accent.

Mario picked us up at our hostel and we headed to a restraunt that "was like family" to him. When we arrive, he says "Ahhh, someone is in my spot." After saying something in Italian to the parking attendant, we were then allowed to park in the garage behind what we are guessing were the owners cars.

As we enter the restauraunt, Mario is greeted with the European kiss on each cheek...from every employee in a 20 foot radius. He points in the direction of a bar that is clearly not being used and magically an employee appears with salmon and caviar sandwiches, chunks of fresh parmesean cheese and a bottle of chamgagne. After we enjoyed our starters, we were shown to our table. We never once saw a menu, Mario ordered everything for us in Italian, occasionally saying "You will eat like Romans do."

Dinner started with breads & meats, as well as zuccini & anchovie croquettes. We decided that red wine would be best and after sending away three bottles because "that area was no good for red wine, white ok, but no so much the red", he found one that was suitable. Then, the first course was brought to us. It was a lovely dish of handmade pasta, shrimp and caviar with some kind of amazing red sauce. While we were waiting for our second course (meats), they brought out celery and carrots to be dipped in olive oil with salt & pepper....Sounds plain, but was actually very tasty and flavorful. "This is how Romans eat." After we attempted to devour our perfectly cooked fillets, dessert was brought to the table. Not only were we presented with some of the most delicious ice cream ever, they laid a plate of what looked like homemade doughnuts on the table. When I asked what they were, I was told they were fried apple slices with a light sprinkling of sugar. AMAZING DOES NOT EVEN CUT IT. Had we not already eaten twice our weight in food, I would've devoured the entire plate myself. When asked how we liked everything and we said delicious, amazing, fantastic, etc....Mario replied with "ahhh, it's ok." I would love to see what he deems as amazing.

  • *Please note that a various points througout this dinner, Aud and I would look at each other and happy dance (legs only) under the table.

Mario told us that he and his sons eat there often and they are very close friends. This was made quite apparent when we were the last table left in the restauraunt, and (without asking) the waitor brought an ashtray to the table for Mario. FYI, you can not smoke in buildings in Italy. After this amazing 3 hour traditional Roman meal, Mario returned us to our hostel, and we slept fat and happy all night.

The next day, he helped us with our hostel situation (see When in Rome blog). He called on Wednesday to take us out to dinner again. This restauraunt was owned by his godson. So, this was also "like family". It was this teeny little place with maybe 10 tables. Husband, wife, grandmom, and three guys in the kitchen were all it took to run this 30 year old delight called Il Posto Accanto. Translation: the place beside (because of the close proximity of the tables). It was very ecclectic with various bottles of wine and liqour on bookshelves. This dinner was also nothing short of amazing, beginning with appetizers, then pasta, then meats, then desserts with champagne. Except, that after this dinner, Mario introduced us to Grappa. A VERY potent after dinner liquour. The one we had was 50% (not proof) alcohol. He informed us that some Grappa is up to 70 and 90%. We sipped our teeny bit of Grappa and were soon on our way.

Instead of going directly back to the hotel, he drove us by many of the famous sights. At night, they are all illuminated and a whole different version of beautiful. We basically got a personal tour of the city with someone that knows more than most of the guides do. Fancy dinners aside, the time spent with Mario was special because we learned soooooo much about the city and history of the Roman Empire. He was born and raised in Rome (within the old Roman wall) and can trace his lineage back to the 11th century. Here is a man that is busier and wealthier than I can even imagine and at 12:45 AM, is driving around two young girls he's never met....giving us a fact or story about every building and monument we pass.

Just when I thought nothing could make this trip better than it was already, Rome (and Mario) blew my expectations out of the water. I can only hope that we remember a fraction of everything that Mario shared with us. Not just the facts, but the hospitality, generosity and passion for his country. This whole experience is something that Audrey and I will certainly never ever forget. Until next time.....

<3

Cat and Aud

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Nice (Pronounced Neece) doesn't mean Nice


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This is Audrey & I am writing the blog today because I am currently not able to speak. My tiny sicknesss (we have been calling it Spanish Influenza) has terrorised me, cat and all of our hostel-mates for the past week. I feel fine now but a chronic sniffle and hack are looming over this trip and plague me every time a hot European man winks or says hello. I am fine. Dad, don't call uncle Lance.

We left Barcelona by train. Trains here are fantastic. The seats are much more spacious than planes and there is much more leg room. For our first leg of the trip I, once again, was pinned next to a man with body odor. Cat, who was seated in the row across from me by herself, just put in her ipod and played sodoku. Luckily he got sick of my open mouth, floppy head sleeping and moved before the first stop. Once we each had our own row, :) we took a brief siesta. We awoke to a beautiful Spanish Policia man asking for our passports. I wanted to invite him to have a seat and share a Ricola but we both just did what he asked and watched him walk away. Ahh... Once we got moving again, Cat and I each listened to our own soundtrack as we weaved in and out of coastal towns with breathtaking views of the Med and hilly French towns lined with baby grape fields. I have been wanting to go to Southern France for as long as I can remember so, as I was watching the sunset over Cannes all that I could think was -surreal- (kind of like Cat's trip to Ibiza).

Somehow 10 hours of travel flew by and we arrived in Nice. We rode a tram about 10 minutes to a grocery store where the tiniest mini van that I have ever seen picked us up. The hostel that we are staying at is an old Monastery on the hillside of Nice. Our 4 person dorm style room has tile floors, exposed beams, it's own bathroom & our favorite thing... a shower that doesn't require pushing a button every 20 seconds to dispense hot hot water! We enjoyed a nice dinner then went to bed. One thing that Cat and I will never get used to is waking up to random people that you have never seen before in the bed next to you. The first morning in Nice, it was a shirtless English man named Tom. Tom is taking the next 7 weeks to drive around Europe. We think that he is really nice but, who couldn't love a man that sports a charming English accent and looks exactly like Jesus Christ.

After free delicious breakfast, another hot shower and a Hail Mary to Jesus (I mean Tom) we set out to take in the sights and sounds of Nice. We wandered down the main street and ran into a group of 50-ish people wearing crushed black velvet witch costumes & silver wooden cloggs with spiders and stars painted on their faces. One would think that this was odd but then we overheard "Carnival" and it all made sense. Just behind the main Carnival Area was the board walk of Nice. It was a beautiful sunny day so we snapped a few pics and strolled by the mobile crepe stands and bon bon dealers. A girl at the hostel directed us to the flower market where local vendors were selling flowers, fish, olives, fresh bread, fruits, spices and other local fare. It was awesome. Every different color that you can imagine was present and scents that I thought wouldn't compliment one another made the most amazing aroma.
We visited Le Chateau, the ruins of a 17th century castle/fortress. It is situated on a cliff in the middle of Nice's two main coastal areas. The views were amazing and we were again in awe of what surrounded us. We had worked up an appetite so we hiked back down the mountain to a restaurant to experience some true "French hospitality". It took us a while to eat but by then we were ready for another adventure.

Cat had mentioned something about Roman Ruins so we followed the map and directions given to us by our hostel and took the bus to our desired location. The bus driver helped us find the exact stop and, after wandering around for a while, we found them! It was awesome. We were able to wander around the ruins of a Roman town that is still in the process of being excavated. I was shocked that not only were there no other visitors but there was no security guard and if we would have wanted to, we could have crawled down into these ancient ruins. We walked around with a map to see the foundations of a home, columns still in tact and standing, the baptistery, the steam room and even the public toilets. Our map also showed us that some of the ruins date back as far as 100 years before Christ. I was walking along the path that they had set out for us, and I couldn't help but feeling overwhelmed. I could help myself so I did a little jig and chanted "I'm happy dancing on Jesus rocks, rocks as old as Jesus". I don't know where it came from. Don't ask and no, I'm not going to do it again for you. Just picture Cat and me roaming around this amazing site dancing and laughing by ourselves. It was awesome.

Before coming back to the hostel we walked through the Henry Matisse Museum and watched old French men play games in the park. Our bus driver helped us get back to our stop, then winked and honked at us as we exited into the plaza where we were once again picked up by the incredibly tiny hostel mini van.

I just took another steaming hot uninterrupted shower, we ate a delicious meal and Nice is coming to an end. Overall here are my conclusions...
1. French people do not like Americans and even if they do speak English... They just don't want to speak it to you
2. The best smell in the whole world is walking by a patisserie in the morning to the scent of freshly baked croissants
3. You can find a free, unlocked, fairly sanitary bathroom at McDonalds anywhere
4. The word 'chic' came from France and rightfully so. Everyone here looks 'chic' all of the time. Even the grocery store clerks.
5. If you ever want to happy dance on rocks as old as Jesus, come to Nice

We're heading for Rome tomorrow. We're so excited. The weather is supposed to be perfect. Our hostel reservations are made, we are packed and ready to go. Now all that I need is another hot shower and for this damn cough to go away so we can meet some hot Italian men.

So till next time... Caio!

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Barcelona


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Dear everyone,
Hola from Barcelona! So far we have few crazy stories from this city. Cat & I were both feeling a bit under the weather after pulling too many all-nighters when we arrived so, we have been taking advantage of some R&R in our very nice hostel.
Our hostel is located in the very old gothic district of Barcelona. A very famous cathedral is only one tiny cobblestone street away. This hostel is very small (only 30ppl) compared to where we stayed in Madrid (150ppl). There is free wifi, a common room & a kitchen. Most of the people staying here are about our age, with the exception of a 50 something pot smoker lady from Barcelona (I think that she was homeless) who, even though she knows most of us don't speak Spanish... Rambles on and on and on. Other than her we've got 2 German girls, a single Ausie guy, 2 English guys who are on spring break with a Polish girlfriend, 2 other American girls & our favorite characters of the bunch, 2 blonde French guys who speak only French. They have wine at about noon every day & love that I know the words to most of the American music that they play. They try so hard to communicate with words but when all esle fails, they google their desired phrase in French and have the computer recite it back to us in English. Thank god for technology! We're all here for about the same amount of time so we're all growing quite close. It has been so fun!
The sites of Barcelona are beautiful. The architecture is a combination of very old intricate designs mixed with very modern buildings and colors. Antoni Gaudi has had a huge influence on Barcelona. The Park Guell is a huge park on the top of the hill in Barcelona. Gaudi was hired to design a park & gardens for a wealthy Spanish couple. There are interesting columns all over in addition to elaborate mosaic designs covering everything! We had the most amazing view of the city from here! The Sagrada de Famillia is a church that began construction over one hundred years ago. They were at a stand still until Gaudi was contracted to revamp the plans. He donated most of his money & the rest of this life to building it. It is still under construction today & won't be finished till 2030. I had seen photos of this place but it doesn´t even begin to do it justice!
We've also seen the Spanish arc de triumph, a bull fighting memorial, the Picasso museum, the Christopher Columbus Monument & lots lots more. It seems like everywhere you go you see another amazingly old, famous monument or building.
We met with Bekah Angres, a fellow ship employee who is taking a cruise on the Norwegian Jade out of Barcelona with her brother. We walked for a while along the boardwalk. Cat would like me to point out that while walking, I decided to be very graceful & elegant & took a spill over a curb. I hit the ground... hard ripping open my freshly healed Park City knee wound (I´m a mess, I know). I was able to stand and continue our journey along the Med to find a lone restaurant along the beach that the woman at our hostel had suggested. Here, we tried a signature Spanish dish called Paella. It´s rice and calamari in a yummy sauce with muscles, whole shrimp and crawfish on top. Please note that the shrimp and crawfish were WHOLE. They still had their eyes and were staring at us as we ate their friends. Combined with the sunshine, sangria and Medeteranean breeze it was an awesome meal. Just when I thought the afternoon couldn´t get any better & we couldn´t top the red man-thong guy from Ibiza, a OLD, tan, naked man casually rode by on a bike. At least it was a warm day and i managed to avoid seizing long enough to snap a picture.
First sketchy experience of the trip just happened. We had started walking up La Rambla (a street lined with vendors, cafes and entertainers popular but notorious for theivery) and decided to sit and have a cafe con leche (coffee) and people watch. We had already stashed our small valuables in Cat´s bra and large valuables in mine. While sipping our bev we noticed a man standing right in front of us loitering. We quickly mentioned him in conversation to one another but that was it. A few minutes later we were walking in the midst of the busiest part of La Rambla when we noticed him again as well as some other sketchy characters. Cat didn´t hesitate to say ¨Did you notice that we just got encircled by a gang of purse snatchers¨ We hustled through the crowd and stared at some bunnies and birds until the men, who obviously heard us shout purse snatchers, wandered away. First major disaster... evaded.
Well, tomorrow we leave the security of planes and Cat´s muy poquito Español for trains and my un peu Français. A new Language and a new form of transportation for both of us.

Till then... know that we are happy, getting healthy and love you all!
Audrey (and Cat)

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