I had exactly one goal on my final day in Barcelona before returning to Cologne this afternoon... touch the waters of the Mediterranean. I needed it to add to my "collection" of major bodies of waters that I've put my hands on.
It was a lot colder than I thought it would be, even for a dreary day in February.
After getting sand in my boots and frozen fingers, I took a walk up to the lobby of the world-famous Hotel Arts. I would have really liked to have stayed there, but it costs something like a billion dollars a night, so perhaps next time.
And now I bid Spain adieu...
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Wow. The Spanish are famous for there manicurian arts, surprised you didn’t take advantage.
I’m nothing, if not well-manicured!
This reminds me of riding coast-to-coast… dippin’ my feet in the salty waters of two oceans within 42 hours of collecting water in test tubes for posterity. I really like this pic.