Hola Amigos!

We arrived in Barcelona a couple days before Nat & Martin. Just enough time to find some summer attire for the warm days ahead. Unfortunately our timing also coincided with Barcelona’s equivalent of a Boxing day sale. So many people, so few fitting rooms. We wrapped up our shopping in time to pick the Lampas up from the airport- or so we thought. When we got back to our hotel room to change before heading to the airport there was a note on our door—they were at the tapas bar down the street!! It wasn’t until we were jogging down the street that Adam discovered that in our excitement and rush to see old friends he had put his shirt on inside out! It was a classic airport reunion in the middle of a crowded bar. At least the tears were enough to empty a couple of adjacent seats at the bar. We got caught up over a few too many bottles of cava but we did end up getting home before sunrise (barely). The next couple of days were spent doing some light sightseeing and some not-so-light dining. We caught up with Sandra (one of the friends we made last time we were in town) and attempted to repay her for her kindness last visit with a couple rounds at the bar.

We were off early Sunday morning to Pamplona. We thought that at six in the morning we would have the subway all to ourselves (if it was even running) so you can imagine our surprise to see that it was chock full with partiers only just coming home from the bar!

Off to Pamplona to see (or run?) the running of the bulls! Little did we know what we were in for!