Winter Break- A time where students go back to their hometowns, see old friends, spend time with family, get all nostalgic- not me. I decided that I would fly myself across the globe to Barcelona, Spain for a three-week-long backpacking trip across Europe. Standard procedure, right?

One of my best friends, Kristine, had been studying in Barcelona and I had told her during the summer that I would be arriving over winter break, something she did not believe until she was so surprisingly informed that I had actually purchased the tickets mid-September. She started planning the trip while I planned for a place for us to live next year- both of us being successful.

The trip (for me at least) would take 20 days. I would arrive in Barcelona airport on the morning of December 15^th, only after I had taken three flights from Indianapolis to Philadelphia, Philadelphia to Frankfurt, and Frankfurt to Barcelona. I would spend five days in Spain with Kristine and then we would head off on our adventure which included Amsterdam, Berlin, Prague, Paris, and then back to Barcelona before we would fly back to the States.

I never knew that we would get into so many shenanigans- clearly I knew there would be a few but at the end of the trip I could barely even think straight. The following few posts will be telling you (and showing you) all about the things we saw, what we didn’t see, what we shouldn’t have seen, and things we didn’t remember that we saw until we uploaded pictures. Mishaps and amazing experiences all added up to one of the most fabulous experiences I’ll ever have. Ever.

Happy Adventures!