Barcelona to Roma via Gramaldi's 22 hour long ferry service

In Barcelona, I took the long way to get back to my hostel and ran into La Padrededa. This is another one of Gaudi's masterpieces in a city that sometimes felt like an homage to his architecture.

In Rome I went for a morning walk and stumbled upon the Colosseum.

I ate baby octupi, called pulpitos. (My time in Namibia made me much more adventurous in the meat department)

I went to my first Easter Sunday mass, which happened to be at the Vatican. In a thunderstorm. The pope had a heat lamp; the huddled masses all holding umbrellas and standing in puddles not.

I slept for 16 hours straight (with the assistance of dramamine) on a ferry ride across the Mediterranean with an on board casino, multiple swanky looking bars featuring lounge singers in the evening, and a pool.

I realized that I need to be pushier in lines. I always end up at the end, and sometimes that means standing out on the runway for 20 minutes in hailing rain.

I remembered how much I love to travel.