Yesterday we received an email from Vueling, our airline, which warned us of a transportation strike on September 29th. We had all planned to fly back at 6:45am on the 29th, but were forced to change our flights to the 28th. Since this was our last day in Barcelona, we attempted to make the most of it.
We headed back to Plaza Espanya, this time in the daylight. We hiked up hundreds of stairs to reach the palace, which boasted a gorgeous view of the city. By this point my feet and legs were screaming with every step, crying for my bicycle. But I pushed them further and further, promising them that I would return to my bike soon. We continued past the palace, towards a castle up the hill. There we witnessed another gorgeous view of Barcelona, spanning from the city center to the sea.
The castle wasn't anything special, but the view of the city became more and more beautiful with each step. We all sat on a bench for a few minutes, sitting in silence as we admired the shining blue water. Neftalie soon retired back to the hostel, due to a splitting headache from the sun and lack of water. Elisa, David, and I decided to wander the city and explore every corner until the sun went down. Our poor feet were dying, so we trudged back to the hostel where I cooked pasta and we sat on the patio, eating and watching traffic go by. For the third time, we skipped the nightlife to save up on energy for the early flight back.
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