While in BA I pulled the trigger on a flight for my bike to Barcelona. It all a way about pretty fast, but sometimes that is the best way. No going back now. And so a new chapter of my travels begins.
I sent my bike off Monday on a Monday morning and flew out myself later that night. I arrived in Barcelona having done next to zero research, yet after all these months on the road, it didn’t feel strange in the slightest. It was easy to find a bus into the city, and then over a beer and some tapas I located a hostel on my phone. Not a bad introduction to Spain. I was without my bike, which was a little strange. That first night I was able to watch Barcelona play a champions league match in a packed bar. Not a bad introduction at all. A couple days of wandering around BA as a tourist ensued. It was my first ever taste of Europe. Definitely not South America! I will like it here! No plan yet, but that’s always the best plan!