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  • We woke up and rushed to pack for what would be a fun filled long weekend in the paradise and former home of Sean, known as Barcelona. I was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning and nothing could stop it.

    We ran out the door and headed to the bus station where we would meet up with Eli. The bus took us to the lovely yet confusing airport in Marseille (except that the airport is outside of the city) and took a momentary stop at the Aix TGV train station. We got off at the wrong terminal building and had to walk but all was fine. We got Eli checked in and all grabbed a small snack before boarding our super long flight down the coast of the Med to BCN.

    The Vueling flight was 35 minutes long and was a welcome reintroduction into the Spanish language. We soon found ourselves landing and taxiing to the new terminal at the Barcelona Airport. I had boasted to Charley about how awesome the terminal building is, and that I knew it inside and out from both personal experiences living there, and through architectural drawings of the place from a previous project. Charley mocked me and laughed until we exited the gangway into the open and spacious room making up the gates area. Charley was impressed.

    We then headed towards the bus that would take us to the old terminal, and the train that drops us off in the city center. As we exited the bus, we entered into what looked like a war zone. The second terminal building was absolutely covered in shredded paper, littered all over. It was unbelievable. Strikes had been the cause of this mess and was something we decided to pass by. We crossed the long and awkward bridge to the old train platform then purchased our T-10s. We missed the train so decided to spend our first few moments off our feet in Spain at the little Cafe Bar at the train station.
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