As sad as I am to never have a Christmas break overseas, there always seems to be a small break in January or February to make up for it. This year we had 6 days, which wasn’t quite enough time to head back to the states, but surely lent itself to a mini-vacation of some sort. We had planned on going back to Izmir, where we lived last year, but once we saw that it would be raining all week and only slightly warmer than Edirne, that plan was quickly nixed.
I’d always wanted to go to Spain and the beauty of living out here is that most places in Europe are just a short flight away. Last year I was able to take a trip back to Berlin when my husband was in the middle of a long stretch of away games. This time we pretty much just looked for the cheapest flights from Istanbul and Barcelona was it.
Since I’m a city girl, Barcelona is a dream city for me. Big, with lots of neighborhoods to explore, tons of shopping, and of course a million restaurants on every corner. I’m a huge fan of Tapas and I love being able to try 5 or 6 different foods, instead of one big meal, so we were in the perfect place for our food fantasies.
The train system was nice and orderly and if you’re a walker like I am, it’s pretty simple to walk to where you need to be, stopping along the way for a a crepe or churro, or jumping on a train if you get tired. We were total tourists, taking in the Picasso museum, the famous architectural sites, and of course the kids couldn’t miss out on the zoo and the aquarium.
We spent 5 days there and I wish it were longer, but I’ll take what I can get. My daughter said it was the best vacation ever, she wants to move to Barcelona, and we were the best parents ever, so I’d say the trip was a success. Now if only I could find a way to get hubby a job there I’d be an extra happy woman.