So Karl came back to my room. We were so incredibly thirsty. Got water from the mini bar and practically inhaled the stuff.
My feet were so grimy from the walk back to the hotel because Id taken off my sandals about halfway back (they had a chunky wooden sole, and they were killing my feet after dancing and walking and being sprayed by the street cleaners and walking some more). So I tried to wash my footsies in the sink. Karl laughed so hard when he saw me sitting on the basin soaping up. I think he was trying to help. I ended up with a wonderful foot massage! Joy.
It was around 4:30 or 5 at that time, and I needed to be up by 7 to get to the airport. I know at that point he expected to spend the rest of the night together, but I really didnt want him around during my rush to blast out the door. Its usually not a pretty sight after a long night of drinking. I wasnt sure how to gracefully get him out of my room.
So I mentioned the possibility of seeing him in Dublin or some other location sometime in the future. I tried to use it as a closing point. I felt just a twinge of guilt for making him leave, but certainly not enough to let him stay. He of course countered by asking if we could just move over to the bed just for a little while. I told him no and gently pushed him out the door.
Sweet Karl. Those Irish eyes.
Not sure exactly how I got up and out of bed and to the airport after the short nap that I took. I knew it was going to be a long day. I guess my notes left off at Heathrow where I had a five hour layover. Groan. At least I had a lot of things to smile to myself about during the wait.
I suppose Karl and I are now on an e-mail friendship level. Hes written to me about going to Valencia and the Tomatina (hes back in Barcelona now before heading to Madrid). I wrote back to tell him about the Irish festival thats going on this weekend and the possibility meeting somewhere in Europe in March. I do like making friends in faraway places, but it does get a little frustrating.
Other things to write about: taking too many sleeping pills from London –> JFK, going to the US Open with Sports Guy, etc. But I dont feel like getting into that stuff right now. I guess Ill close with just a few shots of Barca until next time
Fountain at the Placa de Catalunya
Gaudi architecture
Bird sculpture at the Guell museum
The wine that was waiting for me in my room. Deelish!
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