Daily Lorena: Those boys…
Anna left Barcelona this morning and today is a catch up day for me until art class. Our adventures wore me out. Drew arrives back in Barcelona tonight, unfortunately needing to cut his trip short due to sickness. Too bad, but I’ll welcome him back, alive and in one piece! Although he is very pale and sickly looking. Chicken noodle soup, ginger ale (not easy to find in Spain), and a bed rest prescription. Cory, what did you do to my prometido??
Daily Drew: Not Again
I managed to get a decent rest the previous evening, but I woke up still feeling unwell, but hoping that I could continue the journey. 15 minutes after waking up, that hope quickly ended when yesterday’s food intake came right back up. So, unfortunately, I decided I was in no condition to be carrying a 25 pound pack up a mountain with skis on my back and called off my journey. Cory was crestfallen, but accepted my diagnosis and we headed downstairs for breakfast with the others and to break the news. We sat down next to a lovely old British chap and his wife, who were in the area for some hiking and snowshoeing at the young age of 83 (good on them!). Some very interesting conversations ensued as we learned he was a retired optical physicist so he regaled us of the good old days and poked fun of Cory’s status as a chemist (i.e. a failed physicist), all in good fun. Cory and the others then taxied to a few towns over to get back on track for their journey and I made plans to return to Geneva. I arrived around 2pm and dropped my bags off, but since my flight wasn’t until the evening, I decided to slowly walk around Geneva and explore a bit. I had been in Geneva a few years ago, but hadn’t explored much, so finding green spaces and flowers every few blocks, I decided I quite liked Geneva. I walked along the lake and went to the Musée D’histoire Des Sciences, which has some fantastic old science equipment and descriptions in English as well as French, so it was very interesting. I also enjoyed sitting outside the building with a view of the lake, flowers, and green space, watching a group of adults participating in some sort of class, some other folks enjoying the sun, and lots of families with kids wandering around simply enjoying life. It put me in a better mood and I managed to choke down another sandwich to get some strength up. After relaxing in the gardens and reading, I caught my flight back to Barcelona, which, again on Swiss, was superb, with an empty seat next to me, free chocolates (pocketed for later), and another cheese sandwich. Arriving in Barcelona, I made my way back to the apartment where Lorena was staying and promptly fell over on the bed, exhausted.
