Kiefersfelden Rewind (kind)

Still holding your breath? The promised follow-up is here, and there is much to say. Just to give you a quick rewind of the past few days (and to speed up to the present,) here is the abridged version of the highlights:

Day 0 (On the airplane): The flights were fairly noneventful, although the flight itself was the longest Jeff has ever undertaken and the easiest I have ever experienced. Unfortunately, Jeff only got about 20 minutes of sleep during the (12 hour?) travel time. This was possibly due to the fact that he became my human pillow and armrest for the duration of my 6 hour snooze. During our second flight (Newark to Barcelona), I came to the profound realization that of all the people I would not wanto sit neet to on the plane, I would most want to avoid siting next to anyone lik me. Typically after about 6 (okay, maybe 1.5) hours on the airplane, I mutate into the equivalent of a oversized 2-year-old. I squirm constantly. I cross and uncross my legs every three seconds. I unpack way to much stuff into the storage area on the seat in front of me and never use any of it. I routinely stretch my rms in awkward positions. I sit cross-legged, knees perilously protruding into the seats on either side. I get up repeatedly. I even annoy myself. But I digress. This is not nearly as exciting as what follows..

Day 1: Barcelona begins
I am bubbly, ready to wander about; Jeff is wiped. So we hop on the A1 bus, and after several reorientation of the map, we make it over to the famous (and infamous) Hostel Kabul. We meander along Las Ramblas, the heartbeat street of Old City Baracelona culture, winding our way in between the labrynth of wide-eyed tourists, wary locals and outrageous street performers. Las Ramblas is most known for its siewalk caffes, cosmopolitan foot traffic, street pet stores (because when I think City Street, I think "ah, just the place I want to purchase my next pet rodent or Corn Snake"). <
After a quick siesta at the hostel, we trek over to the Picasso Museum 15 minutes before closing. (Whoops, maybe our pace was a little too relaxed.) Instead, we finish off the evening with dipping out toes into the Mediterranean at "La Barceloneta" beach and treating our tastebuds to some traditional tapas, paella and sangria.

So much for a concise review of the past week. We may just cut our losses and skip right to the present. Stay tuned for our next post to find out more. Today we take the train from Kiefersfelden to Munich (Germanz). Hopefully we can update our on everything by the next post.

We love you and miss you.

(By the way, we were hoping to add pics to the blog, but we haven't yet identified how to transfer the photos from our iphone to the blog site without a computer hookup. Anyone know how? Thanks!)