06/23/2026
Today we did absolutely nothing. 🤣
We stayed in, relaxed, and decided it was simply too hot to be tourists. Sometimes the best travel days are the ones where you don't feel obligated to do anything at all.
Around 8pm two of us ventured out to pick up takeout from a local Middle Eastern restaurant. They also had ho**ah, which was pretty cool. We brought the food back to the flat and proceeded to eat enough food to feed a small village.
Kibbe, falafel, rice, Greek salad, hummus, babaganoush, three different kinds of baklava, and a kadayif. No regrets. Maybe a few regrets. But mostly no regrets.
A little later, around 10pm, I decided to go for a walk, alone. I stopped at a local dispensary, picked up a joint, and headed down to the park near Sagrada Familia.
The place was alive.
Locals were everywhere. Playing fútbol, smoking, drinking, laughing, setting off fireworks, and just enjoying the evening. It wasn't a tourist attraction. It was simply people living their lives, and for some reason that always feels more special to me than any monument or museum.
I actually tried recording a "walk with me" video but got choked up halfway through. So I stopped.
A week ago we accidentally found ourselves in the middle of a 700-year-old Corpus Christi celebration in Valencia, watching a parade that has been taking place for centuries. Tonight I was sitting in a park in Barcelona watching locals celebrate Sant Joan with fireworks and friends. Tomorrow is the official holiday so everyone is celebrating tonight.
None of this is lost on me.
I know I joke around a lot, but moments like these hit me hard. The older I get, the softer I seem to become. Twenty-five-year-old me would never believe forty-five-year-old me would be sitting on a park bench in Barcelona getting emotional over people playing soccer and lighting fireworks to celebrate the upcoming holiday that I know nothing about.
Yet here we are.
Tomorrow we leave Spain and head to England.
Incoming fish and chips. 🇪🇸➡️🇬🇧