Today I was "that tourist." Now, this is hard for me to admit because I like to think I'm usually the one annoyed by these types, but I must be honest here. I was ready with the works: a shoulder pack, jacket tied around the waist, sneakers, layered clothing- enough for a Russian winter or a summer in the Carribean, camera in hand, and ears open to everything the guide was saying. I now realize I that tourist who stood in the way as groups tried to pass, gaping at the decorated ceiling.
Now that I've let that out, I must run because I'm meeting everyone in 10 minutes for our first night on the town. Tomorrow is a free day, so I hope to give full updates on tapas, touring, and teterias (oh, just you wait...).
Ciao!
About Me
- Brooksie
- Many years ago, a friend from summer camp deemed me "Brooksie." The nickname stuck and has thus become the name I use for all my blogs. They all happen to be about my travel experiences, some in Europe and others in Asia. Each entry is a stream of consciousness, so keep that in mind as you read. Enjoy.
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