I think that when I told people who don’t know me very well that I was going to Barcelona for a long weekend with my Mum and Sisters, that they may have imagined a few days of culture and learning. If you have read this blog though, you will know that our family mostly likes to have a giggle. And that is what we did.
It started before we even got to the airport when Sister 2 complimented my clothes and I was so stunned that I walked into the path of an oncoming bus.
At the airport, things were getting a little confusing over tickets to the point a complete stranger took pity on Mum and asked if she would like to join her visiting a friend in Jersey…
And then somehow my suitcase slipped while going up the escalator and I spent what felt like ages trying to run down the up escalator to catch it before it took out the people who had just got on. All while my supportive family stood at the top virtually crying with laughter.
To my amazement we got on the flight….to find we were sitting in front of a stag party who we had spotted in the airport bar earlier. ‘If you can’t beat them, join them’ was the only way to go and Sister 1 did the stag’s make up while Sister 2 did his hair. I then realised I was actually old enough to be their mother and felt a little traumatised.
More amazing than getting on the flight was that we made it to Barcelona and the hotel. And I will leave it to the pictures to show you the some of the highlights…
On Saturday we walked and walked and walked…
And while Sister 1 and I had a kronut and Sister 2 and a slightly pathetic donut thing with pretty toppings, Mum missed the memo that we were to indulge and had the teensiest thing on offer:
We walked so far, we even reached the land of dragons:
And I lost the ability to take a photograph:
According to Sister 1’s phone, we actually walked 10.5 miles on Saturday. Most of this, in fact:
We did another 8 miles yesterday. It still didn’t improve the group shots much:
But via the worlds emptiest airport and smallest baguette:
We managed to make it home in one piece, a little more cultured, a little rounder and with very sore feet :o)