BARCELONA: WINE AND CHEESE

I'm writing this today because I've spent the entire weekend in the same pair of boxers writing two papers, so it seems potent to reflect on a time when I had a least a little bit of class. This was the last thing I did in Barcelona before heading over to the bus station, and it was a pretty great memory to leave on. 

BARCELONA: GENERATOR HOSTEL

I've just been informed that we're not in any way unique by staying in and being obsessed with this hostel, but I'm going to write this post anyways. After a train ride, a bus ride, a plane ride, a bus ride, and a half-hour walk in the dark, stumbling into the glow of the Generator Hostel was literally like ascending into heaven and meeting Jesus (I assume).

BARCELONA: DISPOSABLES

FROM A SMALL ISLAND // 3