The ride in to Barcelona was a little rough. I no longer had a tent mate. Having no tent mate was really lonely, especially when I had to set up and take down my tent. I couldn’t wrap my head around it at the time, but just decided to let it go and enjoy the benefits of being on my own. It was still relatively early in my adventure and I decided this would be just one out of many minor speed bumps along the way.
It had rained just about every single day before and during Spain. Sleeping in the cold every night and being constantly wet had given me a pretty bad cold, and rolling up my tent in the mud was awful, (especially doing it alone).
Once the rain stopped for a bit, I decided to try the cable car after hours of walking around the city. Naturally I got smushed in the middle and could barely see a thing. But on the plus side, the cable car brought me to the other side of the port where I found a small restaurant and enjoyed a giant pitcher of strong, colourful sangria.
If I ever do make it back to Spain, I’d like to explore Northern Spain as well as its islands. Maybe even Andorra!