The eighth day of our journey.
When we arrived in Barcelona, we knew we’d need to change our plans, as our transfer to Nice turned out impossible. Soon we realized there was no alternative. It took a whole stressful day to fix everything: hours at the station, help from two French speakers and one response to our desperate Facebook post.
When it finally worked out, we celebrated by climbing to Bunkers El Carmel viewpoint with new Moroccan friends. Unfortunately, it was locked – but we climbed over the gate anyway. I tripped in my skirt and scraped my knee real bad tho.
Still, the night view, Uno and wine made it unforgettable. Looking around, I felt peace – and knew I’d remember this day most.
It worked out for us well, but remember: check transfers, avoid fences in long skirts, and trust that people will help:)