#humpday

This is the hump day entry. We're watching survivor right now. Brandon has good intentions but he has no idea how to go about things. That's all we've got to say about that.

This is probably just gonna be a catch-all post. So let it begin.

We're trying to come up with Halloween costumes for a party this year. Layne's cousins {Haley and Andy} and their friends usually have an annual H party and it's one where people go all out in order to win the best costume prize. However, they're not doing it this year {and they didn't last year, for that matter} so we gotta start the tradish with our friends. We kinda don't wanna reveal our ideas that are developing in our collective mental womb, but we're open to any ideas that you'd wanna throw our way. Or if you see us irl, we can talk spook...

Tonight Layne made a mexican lasagna, of sorts.

It was onion, jalapeno, shredded chicky {impromptu addition}, corn, scallions, black beans & cheese layered between tortillas and baked for mas o menos 15 minutes. L got the recipe from Pinterest and it's another winner. L loves that site for recipes, fashion, future babe stuff & tons of other things. Kyle has a pinterest but he's been a little busy lately to pin a bunch of stuff. Plus L has waaayyyy more followers and is waaayyyy more popular than K, so he's kind of depressed.

Speakin' of social media, twitter is hott at the Culhane household. L threatened K three days ago. She said she was gonna Unfollow K if he doesn't become more proactive on twitta. So he has heeded her warning and been all over that shnoz.

Our dog is psycho and wants to play ball, frisbee or hide & seek pretty much every second of every minute of every hour of every day. She won't eat unless she's caught the frisbee at least 10 times. We can't even say frisbee or ball anymore because she freaks out {frisbee is the true "F word" in the Culhane home}

K so that's pretty much it. Laterz. Give us ideas for Halloween costumes thankz. {Thinking of going as the Villain +1, but we wouldn't be able to actually party. We'd have to be in bed by 9pm}

houston we have a problem.

Last week Kyle had a class with his job in Houston. He had to miss the last game of the indoor season to catch a flight, bummer. But he went down on Sunday and Layne came down later in the week. When he got to the hotel, he commented that all his traveling went really smoothly, contrary to the whole Delta/Barcelona experience. What a relief.

Since we're moving down to Houston at the end of this year we decided to make this a little exploration trip to figure out where we wanna live. Kyle will be at two different offices over the two years that we're there, but we're gonna try to find a place closer to the office that he'll spend 18 months at. We found a few apartments in the area, but holy carp it's expensive. We kinda just drove around the area between 10 and 59, bounded by 610 and 45 to get a feel for the area that we'd wanna live/hang out, and it's expensive, but hopefully we find someplace close to Kyle's work so he can walk or ride his bike to work. That is the ideal sitch.

We found a lot of cool restaurants and bars while we were there. When Layne came into Houston on Wednesday, we went straight to happy hour sushi at Aka sushi house, a sushi place that Hal suggested. It was a great suggestion 'cause the sushi was pretty dang good and we also munched on some tasty apps.

From sushi we drove down Westheimer and almost stopped at the Royal Oak before we decided to hit up a place called the Grand Prize, another suggestion from Hal Tour Guides, Co. This place is at 59 and Montrose and we get inside and we're immediately kind of intimidated 'cause it's kind of grungy, but kind of charming too.

Warm red lights and comfy furniture, but it also had that goth feel to it. So we get a couple beers, have a nice catch-up chat, tweet the Villain and then decide to call it a night. We get to the hotel {K kind of pointing out buildings/stuff along the way} and start to unload Layne's luggage. Rephrase. Try to unload Layne's luggage. We opened the trunk and her luggage was gone. Stolen. Right out from under our noses. G-O-N-E, gone.

Welcome to Houston, Layne.

So we call the cops, file a police report, talk to Thrifty, Geico, parents, etc. Needless to say it's a long, long night and following day.

Side note: when the police officer got to the hotel to take our statement, he immediately asked what kind of car we're driving.

"It's a Chevy something."

"Oh yeah, Chevys and Ford trucks are super easy to break into. I'll show you how they did it."

Sure enough, scum just stuck a screwdriver into the key hole, wiggled it, and boom they're in the car. Pop the trunk, grab the goods, and then they're out. 2 minutes tops. We never had a chance. Cops basically said don't hold your breath for the luggage to turn up. All of Layne's clothes plus other random things were taken {but random things that add up}. What a freakin' bummer. Thankfully no jewelry was packed in there.

The rest of the trip was spent with one eye looking over our collective shoulder, buying some clothes at old navy, and trying to forget about the terrible welcome that Layne received. We're def gonna like living down there, we just have to make sure it's a safe area. We tried a few cool places {Cafe Brasil, Empire Cafe, Crave Cupcakes, etc.} that make us excited to get back down there. Deets: at Cafe Brasil we got the hummus and pita bread which was so tasty. We also got a pizza there that had figs, prosciutto and arugula. So good we almost went back the next day to have it again. We can def get used to the food down there.

So, once again a nightmare experience during some travels. I mean, we're not going anywhere for a long time. We won't promise that, but right now yeah we're not going anywhere.

PS - Harvest Beer festival was last night downtown and we had a great time with Mar, Joe, Callan, Rob and Tanee. It was awesome trying out a bunch of different beers and we even got to try Back Alley Blues BBQ. Great pulled pork there. We ended up at Patrick's out South and ran into some old time friends and some OSU peeps too. It was a great Saturday that was bolstered by wins for Arsenal and OSU.

Pic of the fam, followed by the picturesque Saturday morning featuring Arsenal, pumpkin spice lattes and naps.

Talk to you soon.

an evening with probst

Kyle got back from the field today. He was there since Monday. He's glad to be back. We decided to celebrate/relax with:

Watermelon-Lime Gin Martini. Balvenie 21 Portwood.

Survivor Season Premiere is on right now. We already like the red team better but we also like Coach, so this should be an interesting season. Cochran also seems like he's gonna be a hilarious character. Beeteedoubleyou, Russell's nephew is on the cast and it seems like he plays the game much differently than his uncle. That's all for now. Toodles.

culhane family cruise

Ok now that you have been in our shoes for a while through that last post, we are actually going to talk about the vacation.

Kyle's parents took us on an awesome mediterranean cruise. The cruise left from Barcelona on a Sunday and we decided for our one year anniversary we would go up a few days early to celebrate while hanging out in Barcelona. The day we got there we walked around the streets near our hotel. We ran onto the street Las Ramblas, which is the trademark street. Then we found our way into the market, La Boqueria. It was amazing. Fresh fruit, fish, meat, veggies, etc. We tried to find some turkish delight but there was none to be found, unfortunately for Layne {t.d. is her favorite sweet and she's been obsessed with it since she first had it in Istanbul last year. It's nowhere to be found in Tulsa...} Next we went for a stroll down a side street and stumbled upon our to-be stomping grounds for the next day and a half. Pastry shops, awesome boutiques, rustic taverns all next to typical Spanish squares. We walked all along this area and explored all of the cool alleys {and eventually found an Irish Pub on the last day we were there..have to go there next year with the Dulleas}.

La Boqueria

So, it's our first day there and we're just walking around, checking the sights, and of course we've done our due diligence, we read all about pickpockets and sneaky Spanish thieves. We read about the people who drop money in front of you and a cohort takes money from ya pockets. We read about the who bird-poo on ya shoulder trick. We read 'em all and believe me, we were aware...

So we're walking along, down a busy little street and all of the sudden, this crazy dark haired, mini-Spaniard wearing white linen Hammer pants confronted us and did a quick hip shake, double side-step and mumbled some crazy sounding Spanish phrase {we would swear that he said "how do you like my dance moves?" in a thick catalan accent}. If you see us, ask us to do our impersonation of the rogue dancer and see if it matches with what you imagined. Natch, we stopped dead in our tracks, half flabergasted and trying not to burst out laughing... and half making sure we had our wallets. I mean, the last thing we wanted was to end up on a travel blog being the first victims of the new dance-inspired theft. No worries, we still had everything intact.

After the dance encounter, our evening wound down. We got some quick food and some clothes to wear for the next day {see previous post for deets} and then hit the hay. The next morn we got up, had an awesome breakfast complete with potato omelette, speck ham, salami, all kinds of cheeses, coffee, pastries, a variety of jams and, much to Layne's surprise and joy, nutella. We got our luggage from the front desk then set out on our journey to the Sagrada Familia. We love to walk all over the cities that we go to 'cause that's the best way to see a city, in our opinion. So for our day of Gaudi, we made the trek to Sagrada Familia and on to Park Guell after that and finished the tour by walking down Passeig de Gracia and seeing La Pedrera. Gaudi was certainly one weird dude, totally reminds us of Alice in Wonderland stuff.

At Park Guell

Sagrada Familia is one amazing place. The detail all over the place is astounding and it's so different from any other church/basilica that we've seen. Instead of all kinds of gold/silver/jewel embellishments, the architecture really takes center stage. We could stay in there for days and can't wait to go back. Park Guell is cool too, a little fairytale-esque, but had great views of Barca.

Ceiling.

After walking all over the city, we went back to the hotel and then got a quick bite for dinner. After we eat, since the weather was just astounding, we got a couple pastries and a bottle of cava and headed up to to our hotel rooftop. It was the perfect ending to a busy day about the city.

Favorite pastry shop.

Hotel Terrace on our last night in Barcelona.

In the morning we went running down Las Ramblas, got some great breakfast, walked about the city and then headed to the port to catch a boat. Holy carp the boat was way huge. It was docked next to the boat we took for our honeymoon cruise {which, at the time, we thought was massive} and our new boat dwarfed our ex-boat.

We were on the Norwegian Epic, and it had so much stuff to do. A rundown of the things we did: watched a cirque show, went to a teppenyaki, hung out in an irish bar a lot, hot tubbed it like crazy, relaxed in the spa often, sang along to some howl at the moon, froze our feet off at the ice bar, ate at myriad restaurants, went to a jazz and blues bar, etc. It was a great boat. The two best things about the cruise ship were the spa and the cirque show. Kyle's parents got us access to the spa for the week as an anniversary gift. It was a much used gift because we were there pretty much every day {& all day on days at sea}. Steam room, sauna, massive whirlpool, hot tiled beds and awesome sea-side beds. It was sooooo relaxing. The cirque show was called cirque: dinner & dreams, and was a show that went on during a dinner {obv} but it was so hard to eat because we were watching the show the whole time. The people were 100% muscle and had incredible balance. It was one of the most amazing shows we've ever seen, and the food was pretty good too.

The jackets they give you to go into the Ice Bar. It was -12 degrees.

Funny story. Since it was the first formalish night {the Epic has "freestyle" dining, so you don't ever have to dress up, but you can if you want} and Kyle wore a bowtie, natch. Layne and Kyle's parents were joking that because he was wearing the bowtie, he was gonna get called up onstage during the Cirque show to participate. Sure enough, about 25 minutes into the show, Kyle gets a tap on his shoulder and it's a performer asking him to go up onstage. He had balloons placed in his hands and between his legs, was blindfolded and the ring master used a whip to pop the balloons...K not really. They used a pin to pop when Kyle couldn't see. But he was wise to it.

So our first port was Livorno and we went on an excursion to the Cinque Terre. There were some amazing views and the towns were picturesque. In Vernazza we got some fresh pizza with tomato sauce, mozzarella and pesto and it was probably the best pizza we've ever had. We still dream about that pizza. We had some time to walk around Monterosso and it was such a cozy town.

Our next port was rome and so we went to a couple churches (San Pietro in Vincoli and Gesu) and then hit the pubs. We first went to Scholar's Lounge right next to Gesu and then headed to Trinity College, after walking through Piazza Navona. We had to go to Trinity College because that's the pub that we got our first drink in Rome on our honeymoon! It was a pretty fun, relaxing time in Rome 'cause we love to just casually walk through cities. Coincidence: in Trinity College pub, we ran into a guy named Brooks who was from Ft. Worth, went to OU and now works in Saudi Arabia teaching Engrish. What a crazy coincidence, eh?

Pantheon had no scaffolding!

Our third stop was Naples and we had a hired driver by the name of Paolo who was so funny, witty, informative and accommodating throughout the day. We first started off the day by worrying about what time we would get back to the ship and if we'd have enough time to return. Paolo advised not worry because if we miss the boat we can stay with his grandma who "makes air emissions in the night just like the queen." He also mentioned that street signs are merely suggestions. Our first stop was Pompeii and it was crazy to see how huge the city was. We both thought it was a tiny little town but it was actually a huge complex.

After Pompeii we drove to the Amalfi coast and stopped in Positano for some quick shopping and amazing lunch. This was Paolo's suggestion for lunch because it had everything: the best italian food we've ever eaten, an amazing view of the sea, affordable, and great wine. It was family style and there were probably ten appetizers to eat. Meatballs and beans, fresh mozza and speck, grilled cherry tomatoes, roasted eggplant among other things. All of them were just so tasty. For entrees we got pumpkin pasta, lasagna, gnocchi and another type of homemade pasta. It was all so good but the pumpkin was especially scrumptious; we're definitely gonna try to recreate it at home. Dessert was huge and amazing, just like everything else and then we got shots of limoncello. Yuck. That shnoz is the most disgusting alcohol ever created. It's like they put a half shot of everclear on top of a half shot of lemon simple syrup. When you tilt the glass you sniff the potent alcohol and sip the super sweet syrup. It's truly wretched. It's supposed to help digestion. Hmm, yeah right.

We kept driving and saw Amalfi and Ravello, bought a couple souvenirs and then headed back to the boat. It was about an hour and a half drive back, and Paolo kept us entertained with his antics the whole time. Topics ranged from Italian history, wine, transvestites {"lady boys with surprise parts"}, our Aunt Kim, tomatoes, Vesuvius, etc. Melissa also had the idea to try to teach him some english slang. We think she's just a little behind on her current slang because she started with "da bomb" and then moved on to "word up." So we took the lead on this and taught Paolo "that's what she said." He didn't get it at first but when after a couple examples, he thought it was hilarious. After our trip with him ended we kept thinking that he's back at an italian bar with his buddies trying to relate this joke..."these are the things she says to him...", "she said that to him...", "he heard her say that..." We hope he remembers the proper wording.

The last port we stopped at was Palma, Mallorca. When we docked, we had heard that it was a slow 35-min walk from the port to the city center. We love to walk all over the place in cities that we go to so we we're all like, "oh yeah, 35 mins for grandma and grandpa is like 20 for us...this will be great!" Plus, we could see the cathedral {inside designed by Gaudi} from our room and we were a little skeptical, but we decided to go for it. So we set out for the cathedral and as we start grinding, the cathedral doesn't seem to be getting any closer. In fact, we regretted choosing to walk as soon as we set our feet on the sidewalk. But, eventually we made it to city center {a hour later, so whoever said 35 mins was crazy}. Turns out, there's some great shopping in Palma and Layne was in love with all the shops {this was kind of the story of the trip for all of the cities}. So we walked around, got some pastries, Estrella and then met up with Kyle's parents to check out the cathedral and grab some lunch.

Side note: at the place where we ate lunch, Layne spied a jug of nutella that was literally the size of her head. Scratch that. Bigger than her head. Swears.

We walked back to the ship {more like trudged along, but we got to look at some sweet sailboats and yachts while doing it} and then got ready for our last dinner on the boat. Sad, we know but we were excited to get back and see our dog {k, that actually might be more sad}. The cruise was really great though and we saw some amazing places. We're very blessed to have great parents/parents-in-law that do this for us!

Fortunately, there's no crazy story about the plane rides back home. We made all of our connections. We weren't held up in customs. Our luggage made it all the way home. We've never been so relieved for a normal flight experience. Only bad note: we left our bathing suits on the cruise ship.. and they don't know where they are. We'll get it figured out though.

So, our two last posts have been essays and if you're still with us, God bless you. We'll hit ya with some pet-centric posts pretty soon. Perfect.

you've got to be kidding me

Okay so this will be the first of a couple posts about our trip.

Unfortunately this post will be everything bad that happened to us on the way to Barca. Yes. That much horrible-ness happened to us that we have to spend an entire blog post posting about it for you all to read and be in our shoes for a bit. Have fun.

And in no way are we embellishing details. This all happened, and yes, people are that dumb.

We left last Wednesday August 24th to fly to Barcelona. Leaving at 6pm that night, we should have made it to Barcelona by 3pm the next day their time (8am our time). Our flight plans were to go from Tulsa to Detroit to Amsterdam to Barcelona. Drinking beers in the Tulsa airport getting ready for a fun trip... or so we thought. Our plans didn't get far. On the plane, we fly all the way to Detroit, but can't land due to weather {and they were closing the Detroit airpot} so we turn around and fly to Fort Wayne, Indiana. We get off the plane to sit in the smallest airport known to man. Nothing was open. No one was there. After a couple hours, we finally get told we have to wait for a mechanic because -- get this -- the flight attendant left the airplane door open while it was raining. Yes, you heard that right. And to make it better the mechanic lived an hour away. During this time waiting we had to reschedule our flight plans because our flight from Detroit to Amsterdam that was supposed to leave at 9pm left at 10pm and we had missed it. {Which we missed it by about 30 mins. They should have definitely waited for us knowing they don't have planes leaving that often.} Well the lady told us that Delta at Detroit only has planes leaving overseas once every 24 hours. Awesome. So we had to reschedule our plans to go from Detroit to Atlanta to Paris to Barcelona {Doing this let us get into Barcelona about 4 hours earlier than going straight from Detroit to overseas. And since we had lost a day already due to missing the flight we wanted those 4 hours}. Finally we get to re-board our plane to fly to Detroit. Our two hour plane ride from Tulsa to Detroit took six hours.

So we finally get to Detroit. On the plane they had told us we could get our bags. So since we knew we were going to get a hotel through Delta we wanted our bags. Well, first, no they were not giving us a hotel because it was due to weather {stupid} but we could call to see if their discount worked. So we called and..... no hotel rooms available. No hotel near the airport had rooms available because about 1,000 people had missed their connecting flight and were all staying the night in Detroit. So we are staying the night in the airport. Yippy. Well we go out of security to the baggage claim to find out that no, they are not giving us our bags. Which if we would have known that we would have stayed in the main airport because Starbucks was open and we were thirsty and hungry. We tried to go back through security to no avail; it was closed. So we go to the hotel connecting to the airport and near the lobby there were these awesome comfy benches. We grabbed one and posted up. In this hotel all the couches had already been taken up due to other overnighters-with-no-room just snoozin' on them. So we figured we could sleep on these benches. Well we figured wrong. Right when we fell asleep someone came to wake us all up. "You can't sleep, but you can lay down, read and hangout." What!??!?!?! Whatever. So we decided to go see if security was open. By this time it was about 4:30am. We finally found the small 24-hour-open security line located downstairs. So we think we might as well get into the main airport where things will open and get some food. Get some coffee from Starbucks and go to our gate. This airport it littered with sleeping zombies. The floor and chairs are covered with people. So we finally spy a spot with no one 5 feet away and pull an Oklahoma Land Rush and stick a flag in it and stake it up. We snooze for maybe 30 mins on the floor. So comfy let me tell ya. Deciding we might as well stay up we start walking to keep us un-bored. McDonald's is open! Best thing that has happened to us in a long time and Layne was actually excited because Layne loathes McD's. But who cares. We were starving and it smelled great. After eating we get a spirt of hyper-ness. That lasted all of 5 minutes.

Our plane from Detroit to Atlanta wasn't suppose to leave until noon. We couldn't stand that airport anymore so we went to see if an earlier flight had room for us. They did! 6:30am and we even got seats next to each other {at least one thing went our way}. We get to Atlanta at about 8:30am-ish. Our flight over to Paris didn't leave until 5:45. So we had time. Time to do what you say? Walk, drink, sit, read, shop, sit, drink, eat, sit. Yah a fun 9 hour lay-over. We kept going to the different concourses just to have something to do. Hey one good thing was that they had smoothie king and Qdoba. Yum. We start boarding at 4:45pm because we are supposed to leave at 5:45 right? No we sit on the plane until 6:45 because -- get this -- we can't back up because other planes are parked behind us. Swear, no lie. We're in a huge plane and someone has double parked us. Once we finally take off for our 8 hour flight we find out our row-mates are loud. We had individual TV's to watch any movie available through Air France {decent movie choices}. All of a sudden we hear our row-mates yelling at their screen {They both are watching the same action-packed-movie so they can talk to each other about what's going on}. "GET HIM! GET HIM!" No kidding they were yelling this while watching the movie. I guess they forgot they were on a packed airplane sitting next to people watching another movie while it was 1am. There was also a baby in the row in front of us and we were going to be super pissed if they woke that baby up. But that baby was the best person on that plane. Didn't make a peep.

We finally get overseas to the Paris de Gaulle airport. Worst airport in the history of airports. The way they do things over there is just plain stupid. We get there with a 30 minute layover so we are rushing around that thing. We first hit the customs line. Two long lines: one for residents and one for visitors. Both were long and both went to the same 3 customs workers anyway {they had 10 customs booths, only 3 were open. come on, when you know it's going to be busy please have more people working}. We finally get to the front of our line and the 2 couples before us have 4 passports each. How and why you ask? We have no clue, we asked the same questions. The customs workers obviously thought the same questions because it took them forever to get through. We are up and done within 20 seconds. Beat that people-with-four-passports-each-who-can't-speak-english. We start walking swiftly to our gate to realize we have to go through security once again. And yes, everyone in the world is also there. We ask a worker if we can jump the line because we have 10 mins before our plane is supposed to leave. No such luck. After a while we are about to just run up there, but we finally find out the 20 people behind us are in the same boat as us {or I guess the same plane in this case}. Because of that they let us all go through to the "front". There were still about 10 people in front of us. But there are some dumb people in the world. When you know you are going through security please be ready by taking off your belt, unpacking your computer and other such things before you are next to go. I guess no one else thinks that because everyone in front of us were slugs. Forgetting to take something off and having to re-walk through the thing or take out a computer so their bag had to go back through. Give me a freaking break people. We finally get through the security {no beeps on us because we are pro's} and start running. Shoes half off, hands full with belts, phones and other things we took out. We get to our gate to find out they were waiting for us and the other half of the plane that was running through the airport. Thank goodness.

We finally get to Barcelona at 1pm Friday Barca time, 6am Tulsa time Friday {This had turned our 14 hour trip into a 36 hour trip}. During this whole time we would check at every airport to make sure our luggage had stayed with us. Every person checked and confirmed it was at each airport. Well we go to baggage claim to find out they were lying because they were not there. Icing on the cake. So we find Delta/Air France's baggage services to figure out where the heck they were. They contract out to another company but we finally got a guy to track them down. Two were coming in on a flight at 3pm and the last was coming in at 5pm. So the guy promised us they would be at our hotel by 7pm that night. We were over it and realized we couldn't do anything about it so we went to our hotel. Took a shower because dang did we need it and then walked around Barcelona. At about 7ish we went back to check with the hotel to see if our luggage had made it to find out the baggage company was on the phone with our hotel concierge that it was now going to be 8:30 that night to get them in. We were not happy. 8:30 rolls on by and still no luggage. So we decide to call them from our hotel room. The lady says that the bags were sent out at 6 and should arrive by 7. You can see the obvious flaw in her reasoning. We asked her again where the bags were and now she says it will be there soon, but we obviously don't believe her. When we started asking more questions she told us to call Air France and then finally that she can't help us. She then hung up on us. For real. We called back {because Air France couldn't do anything because they contract out to this specific company do handle things such as this} and after she found out it was us, she told us she can't help and hung up. From then on she didn't answer any more phone calls and started just directing them to voicemail. Worst service/person ever. Finally at this point Layne broke down {up until then Layne had kept her cool on everything that was going down... good for Kyle}. Since we had been in the same clothes for about 55 hours, no joke, we had to go buy a days worth. We walked around the streets of our hotel and found American Apparel and bought new shirts/shorts/undies {really is kinda cool because we love their stuff}.

After being up for 60 hours, yes 6o, we finally went to bed on a bed in a hotel room. Felt amazing. We woke up at 8am because we had planned to drive to the airport to find out where our luggage was in person/get our luggage. Got up, got ready, went down stairs and -- boom -- two of our suitcases had appeared overnight. Thank the good Lord. And they were the two most important. Laynes and Kyles personal suitcases with our toothbrushes, clothes, shampoo, shoes {our suitor with dresses and a sport coat was the only one missing, but we didn't need it until the cruise, so we weren't as worried}. This day started on a completely different note. After we got our bags we went and had breakfast at our hotel and it was yummy. Later that day our last bag showed up as well. Finally. So this day was completely better than the last. All evil-ness was on our side the day before. It was like we had a target on our backs telling people "delay them" "lose their bags" "stop them from having any fun" "make them stay up as long as possible".

We are writing a great email right now {we might as well just send them this link to this blog post instead of re-writing it all -ha} to let them know our horrible service and that we expect to be reimbursed. For everything. Phone bills due to calling from our hotel/cell long distance, first night at our hotel because they wouldn't reimburse us, checked luggage, clothes. Everything.

So that was our trip to Barcelona. Now you understand why we will talk about the actual trip in another post later on. Too much info/pics. And now you all feel the pain we felt for 60 hours. Suckers. Also because we have written this, we will never speak/complain of it again. If anyone ever asks we will guide them to this post to read.

Have a glorious week everybody, just know your week can't be as crappy as our 60 hour day.

On the bench in the hotel lobby before we were told not to sleep. Delta gave us free t-shirts to sleep in that said SkyTeam. At least we got something.