We’re almost at the one month mark of this incredible journey and I’m so happy that the hardest part, the part with the most grueling travel, is over. From here on out we travel at a slower pace and we will be able to enjoy ourselves and the cities we visit much more than we have been. Yay for that!
The Olympics are a joke
When we started making our itinerary a couple of months ago I was incredibly excited that we were going to be in Spain/Portugal during the Olympics. I’ve always heard of how passionate they are about sports, and since we were in Portugal while their national team was playing football (soccer), I figured it would be a blast. I kid you not, the bars were playing VH1 90’s flashback concerts of Three Doors Down instead of the game. Admittedly, Three Doors Down is a pretty incredible band, but this blew me away.
I’m going to start this post with a little rant, so bear with me.
How the HELL do alarms on iPhones magically turn off after you’ve set them? Am I losing my mind? Because I’m 99.9% positive that I saw the little button go from grey to green next to 6:32am (Yes, I am one of those freaks who never sets their alarm on a :00 or a number ending in 5). So how in God’s name did my alarm NOT go off at 6:32am? This will forever be one of the greatest mysteries of mankind. Okay, maybe not. But it happens more often than it should and I refuse to believe that it is user error on my part.
Madrid is too hot
Everybody warned us that Madrid was going to be incredibly hot in August, but we still weren’t prepared for it. The city is right in the middle of Spain, land locked, and over 100 degrees every single day. I was sweating out of places I didn’t even know were possible.
Wait. We spent three days in Madrid? When did that happen? I remember being extremely hot for 72 hours… Is that when we were there?
I’m only kind of kidding.
A lot of people have asked for the full list of where we are going, so rather than send an email to each person I figured it would be easiest to post it here.
After the Paris apartment debacle, we were starting to feel a little skeptical about staying in Airbnb homes for the entire trip. After all, that tiny, dirty, box WAS rated highly when we booked it in April. So either previous guests were lying or the place got worse by the time we stayed there (I think both are somewhat accurate).
After every city (or whenever he gets around to it), Casey will be doing a short guest blog to share some of his experiences, lessons learned and relationship advice that he has gathered along the way. Only fair, I guess, since he’s on this trip too. All opinions expressed are his own and are not reflective of the owner of this blog. (aka: Please do not judge me based on his posts.)
To get to San Sebastian we took an early morning train from Paris. For our first time navigating the European train system and not speaking the language, I’d say it was a pretty smooth process.