Moving right along...
Well, one week on since the bag theft and after a whistle-stop tour of Valencia, Madrid and Zaragosa Cam and I find ourselves back in Barcelona.
It´s gradually getting easier to think about what has happened and to list all of the things I am never going to see again. But I am making my best effort to move on and start the process of convincing my insuance company of what I owned in order to have it all replaced.
The last seven days have been full of ups and downs. In amongst everything Cam and I managed to score a fantastic cold from which we are still recovering.
We also met a pair of New Zealanders in our hostel room just before the bus station episode and then ran into them again waiting for the 2nd bus to Valencia - (and as life typically has a funny way of always working out - it all turned out just peachy)
We caught the bus with them to Valencia and then ended up spending a week travelling through the rest of Spain on an awesome spontaneious itinerary.
La Tomatina was one of the highlights of the whole trip so far, after almost being killed by the first truck full of tomatos (as it drove by us just centimetres away from our toes) Nicola and I decided to move away from the massive central swell of people to a side street. There was however little escape - as our white shirts soon discovered.
It was a struggle just to hold onto our havianas, our toes clenched tightly around them - most gave up and let the sea of squelchy red goo devour theirs but being the seasoned homebaker that I am I knew all the tricks of the trade and managed to return to Valencia with my entire outfit intact.
I must say the stench of 40 000 people crammed together, mixed with searing heat and 100 tonnes of squashed tomatos far surpassed the aromas of a homebake mosh pit in the Sydney summer, but I have survived to tell the tale, and that is all that matters!
Since then we have done various touristy Spain related things like eat Tapas, drink Sangria and watch a bull fight (read: bull slaughter), and various stolen bag related things such as sit in an Air Iberia office for half a day and stay up till all hours so that we can call Australia during business hours.
All things aside I´m still having an awesome time and looking forward to getting on the plane to Greece tommorow. I´ve been doing a great deal of thinking about life and why it all happens and I´m sure one day some reason for all this will become clear.
Dave, Cameron and I spent hours last night hypothesising, philosophising, and generally chewing the fat, and we have reached the conclusion that no matter what we do it will all work itself out - one way or another.
Groundbreaking I know.
Maybe from here on in I´ll be truly dedicated to my photographs and my journal (If my insurance company ever comes up with the goods!)
Anyways I´m sure for now that is enough, this is Lauren, signing off in Spain
Audious Amigoes!
xoxo
It´s gradually getting easier to think about what has happened and to list all of the things I am never going to see again. But I am making my best effort to move on and start the process of convincing my insuance company of what I owned in order to have it all replaced.
The last seven days have been full of ups and downs. In amongst everything Cam and I managed to score a fantastic cold from which we are still recovering.
We also met a pair of New Zealanders in our hostel room just before the bus station episode and then ran into them again waiting for the 2nd bus to Valencia - (and as life typically has a funny way of always working out - it all turned out just peachy)
We caught the bus with them to Valencia and then ended up spending a week travelling through the rest of Spain on an awesome spontaneious itinerary.
La Tomatina was one of the highlights of the whole trip so far, after almost being killed by the first truck full of tomatos (as it drove by us just centimetres away from our toes) Nicola and I decided to move away from the massive central swell of people to a side street. There was however little escape - as our white shirts soon discovered.
It was a struggle just to hold onto our havianas, our toes clenched tightly around them - most gave up and let the sea of squelchy red goo devour theirs but being the seasoned homebaker that I am I knew all the tricks of the trade and managed to return to Valencia with my entire outfit intact.
I must say the stench of 40 000 people crammed together, mixed with searing heat and 100 tonnes of squashed tomatos far surpassed the aromas of a homebake mosh pit in the Sydney summer, but I have survived to tell the tale, and that is all that matters!
Since then we have done various touristy Spain related things like eat Tapas, drink Sangria and watch a bull fight (read: bull slaughter), and various stolen bag related things such as sit in an Air Iberia office for half a day and stay up till all hours so that we can call Australia during business hours.
All things aside I´m still having an awesome time and looking forward to getting on the plane to Greece tommorow. I´ve been doing a great deal of thinking about life and why it all happens and I´m sure one day some reason for all this will become clear.
Dave, Cameron and I spent hours last night hypothesising, philosophising, and generally chewing the fat, and we have reached the conclusion that no matter what we do it will all work itself out - one way or another.
Groundbreaking I know.
Maybe from here on in I´ll be truly dedicated to my photographs and my journal (If my insurance company ever comes up with the goods!)
Anyways I´m sure for now that is enough, this is Lauren, signing off in Spain
Audious Amigoes!
xoxo
posted by lauren at 7:41 pm
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So sorry to hear about the loss Cam and Lau!! I really feel with you here. I still have some of your photos from Canada I think.
Ha en god tur videre!
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