Adieu Barcelona

Sitting in El Prat, Barcelona. I just paid over 6 Euro for the worst food I’ve had the entire trip. Crappy overpriced croissant—no croissant will ever be as good as the mascarpone filled, perfectly light and decadent one I had from Pastelería Hoffman in El Born—and this bad airport croissant is accompanied by the shittiest cappuccino, hands down, ever. I don’t know why they bothered to call it a cappuccino because it’s water. It was served too hot, and the barista sprinkled some crappy cocoa and dribbled chocolate sauce on top. It’s the only option in E Gates—which sucks because there is basically a shopping mall available for Gates A, B, and C. Even the McDonald’s is something I can’t access, and it looks like appetizing—that’s how bad this breakfast is.

We’ll begin boarding soon. I popped some sleeping pills, or sleeping aids. I have so much sleep to catch up on, and my body still hurts so much. I’m happy to go home, but worried that this entire trip will end up feeling like a dream, like this surreal out-of-body experience I had once.

When I first arrived here I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. I knew then that this is the best thing I have ever done for myself. I cried a little bit on the plane before take-off. I always cry when the plane is taking off, just a little bit. I’m definitely going to cry when the plane takes off for New York, not because I am sad to go, but because I am so grateful that I gave myself the experience. It has been amazing.

Barcelona is fun, modern and old, artsy, trendy and traditional; and South of France made me feel like I was in a Monet or Van Gogh painting—besides that, I learned so much about myself on this trip. But it wasn’t so much learning something new, it was relearning things I already knew:

  1. You’re not alone. You’re never alone.
  2. Wherever you go, there you are.
  3. If you end up with garbage on your table, clean it up or find a new table. Only you can make that change!
  4. Family is always there for you, and will always welcome you with open arms—even if you have never met them.
  5. Smiling, graciousness, and good manners go a long way.
  6. There is no place like home, and you will miss it even when you are having the best time of your life.

Time to board! Adieu Barcelona!

Update: I did not cry when we took off. As we landed, the flight attendant was talking about the Yankees and it made me feel back at home. Everyone clapped when we landed, which I still roll my eyes at, but I rolled them around in a few happy tears.