GET UP, GET UP, GET UP!!!

That was our obnoxious alarms shouting at us that we needed to get up and out, in time for the taxi to the airport. We're getting pretty good at packing and moving on. The kids don't even grumble that much now. Actually, I think I was grumbling the most.

The taxi turned up on time (which was my greatest worry), and it was a very spacious black Merc van. In we piled, for the 20-ish km trip to the airport.

Arrival was on time, through security, bags checked in, and off to the gate we went. Actually, we went to the gate of the OTHER 9am flight to Barcelona. Which happened to be at the very other end of the airport, and was already boarding. EEK! You should have seen us march/run very quickly to our gate, just in time to board our plane. With a slight gloss of sweat. Who needs lip gloss, and shimmer foundation. Not me. So stylish.

On we got, to a 3/4 filled plane. The big fella was immediately moved to the escape exit. Of course to heroically assist in the event that we needed him. Never mind the fact that the rest of us were in the smallest airplane seats I've ever seen. Not width wise, but leg length was very economical. Luckily for us, the people in front of us didn't want to recline. They couldn't have anyway, there was no place for that puppy to go.

A super quick flight to Barcelona, and we arrived nearly intact. Johnny's bag decided he liked Rome so much, it was going to stay. It very magnanimously got on the next flight, and joined us the next morning. The baggage people in Barcelona couldn't have been any more efficient and helpful. That is one well oiled machine.

We jumped a bus to Barcelona, all very efficient. And made our way to our perfectly located apartment, just off La Rambla. Couldn't get any more central.

Sadly, the apartment is on the back of the block, up on the 3rd floor. It's poky, has tiny windows leading out into the air duct, is claustrophobic, and I'm not thrilled with it. And we have 4 nights here. Ugh. Maybe it'll grow on me. We only need to sleep here anyway, right? Across from the tattoo parlour. Behind the sex museum.

Extra motivation to get out and see things then, eh. <singing "Always look on the bright side of life">

Off down La Rambla we went, being Sunday and all. So LOTS of places were closed, but still plenty to see. Down to the beach we headed, to the only real shopping place opened, MareMagnum. It's open because it's at the port, and there's a law about the port being able to operate on a Sunday. Also, I picked out my boat. I quite like the sail boats over the motor boats. Be blowed, my seasickness! Those boats are so pretty. <insert heart eyes here>.

Back to our hidey hole to rest, and collect ourselves for dinner. K4 & I went out to hunt and forage, which we were very successful at, bringing home some delicious pasta for the family, while getting in a sneaky sangria.

A quick movie, then off to sleep. Exhausted!

18,000 steps.