The middle weekend of my two weeks in Cambridge found me in the vastly different Mediterranean city of Barcelona, Spain.  Barcelona could be nothing short of an experience, for none of our brave group of explorers from Cambridge had ever been to the city (or the country), and our few paltry semesters of Spanish wouldn’t be terribly useful in a city that speaks Catalan, the French-Spanish Hybrid language.  With astoundingly little information about the city, it’s culture, or its history, we boarded a circus of a Ryan Air flight for Spain.

At this point in the writing of this post, I suddenly came upon a wealth of funnier, less pretentious thoughts about college.  In lieu of finishing this post, I will attach photos I took in Barcelona, and instead write my next post about college.  You’re welcome/sorry.

On the bright side, you can look forward to my next post, with an estimated post date of that happy place in between tomorrow and never.  When I finish it, there will be a link here.

Sorry for the lack of effort,


P.S. If you have questions about the pictures feel free to leave them in the comments! I know you won’t, but I don’t have the energy to caption them right now.