Jeff woke up this morning in a bit of a funk–his allergies had finally gotten the best of him. What he’s allergic to, we may never know, so let’s just assume it’s “freedom.” After popping some Claritin we were off to enjoy a day of artistic discovery at the National Art Gallery. Note, we finally… Continue reading Washington – Day 11 – Wicked
So this morning, we actually woke up at the kind of time that tourists usually wake up. Except like an hour later than most people in this hotel. Still. Good for us. After frittering away a couple of hours doing God knows what, it was time to head out to Placa Catalunya to aimlessly stroll… Continue reading Barcelona Travel Log — Day Elev…Twelve?