Remember when… #2: The first big holiday together

It’s no secret that I like Google. And I like Google even more when it reminds me that seven long years ago I went on holiday to Barcelona to a lovely bunch of people.

SEVEN YEARS! When I saw that number I was a little shocked. Has it really been that long? The memories of that holiday are still so vivid. Starting with getting to the check-in desk at Luton airport and finding out that you accidentally forgot the first name of one of your closest friends. Sorry Mel! And having the shock of my life when the tire of your rental explodes in an underpass in the middle of the city. During rush hour.

Oh yes, probably one of the most traumatic holiday experiences. Having a tire explode. In an underpass. With the surly Spanish not having an ounce of compassion as they are forced to drive around you because you have no fucking clue what to do.

Barcelona

Barcelona

It was a short break. With a day spent in Barcelona, a day spent at Port Aventura and I can’t actually remember what else! Perhaps we just spent some time doing nothing. The day in Barcelona wasn’t nearly enough. Not just because of the traumatic incident with the car tire. There’s just so much to see. But we did manage to make our way to Park Güell for a wonderful view of the city.

Barcelona

Barcelona

Barcelona

Barcelona

And then there were those sarcophagus figures in Salou. After seeing them there, I saw them everywhere.

Barcelona

Barcelona

Barcelona sunset

Thanks for the memories, guys!

Barcelona

Glad this wasn’t the last holiday we had together. Even if the roster changed ever so slightly.