Morning Cafe
Our first morning in Barcelona has been a bit wet. We walked around, found a bunch of really fun looking stores, but all are closed on Sunday. Who knew?
The funniest part of the day has been my morning run. I got up at 8AM and planned to run for about 30 minutes. A little over an hour later I finally found my way home, after attempting to get directions from several people. Everyone kept pointing me in the wrong direction (I, apparently, was not pronouncing Carrer de Comte d’Urgell correctly).