Barcelona Reunions

Oh, Barcelona. We meet again, my old friend. Last Friday (the beginning of Arkansas's spring break, just for clarification), I took a little trip to Barcelona. I've been to Barcelona before, but that was three years ago, way back in my junior year of high school; needless to say, I was excited to get back to what was for many years my favorite place in Spain.

Not only did I reunite with the incredibly cool, youthful city, but I got to meet up with a few of my favorite people--mi madre and a couple of my aunts. After a 3-hour, high-speed train ride, I arrived in Barcelona--alone. Took a taxi to what I thought was my family's hotel; of course, that was before I knew that there were two Hotel Constanzas in Barcelona. Luckily, Google Maps had